Little Girl

There's a little girl who's depressed, Suicidal
It hurt her to make a real smile, Said trying wasn't worth her while
She would do anything for anyone, She would walk the extra mile
No one understood how she did it, Never understood how she was stable with her lifestyle
So I'm going to tell you her story
it may be sad but don't close your eyes
Her dad was busted for weed
So he and her momma broke up, Her momma started making herself bleed
Keep in mind this little girl is five years old
But at eight her dad moved away into his own home
So she had to stay with her grandmother
But she's insane
So bad that this little girl got headaches
So she cut herself like her momma did before her
she told her friend a few months later, But they used that against her
Now she feels like the whole school knows what she does
so she walks around with a fake smile
But when she's all alone her head is singin'

Just do it, no one will miss you
They're all here to dis you
You aren't strong enough to do it anyway
So just pick up that gun, rope, and blade
So you don't have to live through another day
Little girl, no one likes you
But no one knows what you've been through
So look down, pick up the blade, and that'll have to make do
Can't live through the pain of another day
So cut yourself with your beloved blade
The scar well never quite fade

No one quite understands her, No one understands her taste
No one understands her music, No one understands her face
But this is her fate, And She has no faith
So if you're reading this, this is her suicide note to you
Because she's always been sad, But you never knew
It's not your fault, and I don't lie
It's her fault for keeping the pain inside
But this is her breakthrough
Even though she meant nothing to you
You were her go to
You'll never understand how much you meant to her
But now she must die And bleed out red
As she thinks about it, All the words you said
She starts to sing this song in her nearly unconscious head

Just do it, no one will miss you
They're all here to dis you
You aren't strong enough to do it anyway
So just pick up that gun, rope, and blade
So you don't have to live through another day
Little girl, no one likes you
But no one knows what you've been through
So look down, pick up the blade, and that'll have to make do
Can't live through the pain of another day
So cut yourself with your beloved blade
The scar well never quite fade

Well she's going to go, She'll see you in the afterlife
She wants you to stay here and keep dry eyes
Keep everyone happy
You should all stay alive
You're all worth it
her on the other hand
well she doesn't feel perfect
When she looks in the mirror, She doesn't see what you see
She has body dysmorphia and depression, you see
She has anxiety and asthma
She wishes she could run away from it all
Maybe if she moved to Nebraska
She does in her head, Everyday she flees
When someone makes her talk to a stranger
all she can do is freeze
Because anxiety eats her up, she wishes you could see
Maybe if you paid attention
But it seems that's beyond your comprehension
This Little girl, Her name is no longer unknown
Because that little girl's name is me
You never helped me, never stood by my side
Even when every day I went home to cry
But it's time to go, I've gone on long enough
Know that none of this story is made up
That's my life,
That's my story,
We can talk about it more after life has its unfair end

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