It can't be that girl who cries herself to sleep <br />It can't be that girl who is slowly dying <br />It can't be that girl with that smile <br />The one you hear day after day laugh <br />But really she just fakes another smile <br />That girl is lost <br />She has lost her soul and has no place to go <br />Can't find her way home <br />Broken and alone <br />She was left out in the cold <br />Nobody wants to find her <br />They just want to let her go <br /> She has no home <br />She wonders the street at night <br />All on her own <br />She is trying to find a home <br />She is lost and confused <br />She turns to God but she can't find him <br />So she keeps looking <br />Lets time pass her by <br />The world moves so fast and she just stands still <br />She has no place to run <br />No way to get rid of her pain <br />Her last hope is a razor blade <br />So she cuts <br />Cuts her wrist <br />Blood starts to flow <br />She feels relieved <br />Set free <br />But then the blood............ STOPS <br />And all the pain comes back <br />She is right back were she started <br />She is still lost in this place <br />She has no where to go <br />She still has no home <br />Now what can she do? <br />She has let the razor blade take control <br />Every thought <br />Every dream <br /> A river of crimson is all she sees <br />She sits on the floor every night <br />And just cries <br />She has the razor blade in her hand <br />Ready to cut <br />Ready for the blood <br />Ready..... Ready to end her life<br /><br />Broken Hearts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-t-be-that-girl/
