Little girl lost
Another big trial.
At the same old cost.

Her heart shoved aside
For simple cowardess.
Lets try and take it in a stride.

But slowly the dark one
Creeps in on her mind.
Then all nice thoughts are done.

Sometimes out,
But always inwards
Is rage's directed clout.

Loose tongue and
Hurtful truths
Spit at her only friend.

Only adds to inward blame
Then this knife,
Becomes her only shame.

In toxic combonation
With these ickle pills,
Ment for coma, not sedation.

Warmth surrounding,
Defeats the cold within
With only silence sounding.