Lost Little Girl

I've been in this place before Sitting here crying these tears that do nothing but flow Nowhere to turn--but this, This has been my relief I eventually learn to quit the bad habit And keep myself from going insane, but sometimes, it's hard when difficulties keep coming your way. SLASH! Went the blade across my wrist And let out the Lost Little Girl Her blood left trickling. Innocence gone. Face as pale as milk. She wants to be loved, but there are no arms to embrace in. She wants be wanted, but no one desires her-- The tortured soul that roams the earth The one that died the day of her birth Here she is the Lost Little Girl Who is broken, but more or less shattered By herself By others By you, if you can remember