She sits in the corner cryin, <br />'N cuttin her pretty arm. <br />Thinkin about the world, <br />'N why its so wrong. <br /> <br />Reality is too much for her, <br />'N all she has is the pain. <br />She lives in a broken home. <br />Shes all alone, <br />'N shes goin insane. <br /> <br />Cuz shes crazy, <br />'N broken hearted. <br />Shes lonely, <br />'N the pain is driftin in. <br /> <br />She stares at the stars all night, <br />Hopin someone might here her, <br />Cries for some help, Some kind of savoir. <br />She hoped it wouldnt come down to this, <br />But she lives, in a world, with no happyness. <br /> <br />She sits there blinking her tears away, <br />Knowing that, One day they'll all pay. <br />For all the hate and agony, <br />All the pain and trechory. <br /> <br />She smokes untill, she is numb. <br />But once its gone, back all her feelings will come. <br />All the hate and agony. <br />All the pain and trechory.<br /><br />Crystle Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-broken-life/
