young girl

Young girl sitting’ in class invisible to the world.
Thoughts lost behind hair curled.
Living’ day to day life Chest hurting’ though she keeps it right.
The bomb ticking’ it’s only a matter of time only a matter of time before her mind flat lines.
Young girl in the corner quarter past nine book in hand, the butt of every punch line.
Feelings held in a cracked bottle, Instability on full throttle.
You would have never guessed the joke sparked the bomb in her chest, there’s no holding back now.

Young girl sitting’ in the corner dam broken hand on chest, the tears stayed soaking.
Nothing was safe from the corrosion power her life never seemed so unessential at this hour.
Crowded at home, alone at school her ankles are chained sealed to her ghouls.
Her life slipped from her possession.
She has accepted the final lesson.

Young girl sitting an empty room teary eyed, soul shattered, heart up in fumes.
Her hands, pen and paper a weapon of choice a replacement for a non-existent voice.
Her life only a quart saved by another who couldn’t know who to blame.
Peace be to the savior, but she knew not the war to come the victims’ pain had only begun.
Young girl sitting on a hospital bed eyes dried, wounds cut, but nothing ran red.
She had been stopped and taken to a place where the clock had been her only friend.
Her story repeated, The darkness had been leaked, Everything seems bleak.

Young girl sitting in class invisible to the world.
Thoughts spoken from behind curled hair.
Bomb exploded, heart in fumes, but scars covered her mind still hovers.
On memories of how she lost herself, but gained some one new hopefully she is stronger than crud old news.
Young girl sitting in class visible to the world.
Voice out spoken from behind hair curled.
Bomb swept away, heart semi solid, scars faded the old her viewed so jaded.
Her smile returned with a laugh that, for a while, remained unheard.
She was finally happy, Though her ghost remained in line.