Look at the girl,

Stare into her eyes.

You see the torment,

The pain you gave her.

Observe the reddened eyes,

The ratted hair,

The saddened face of the girl,

Who was never loved.

She's not as young as you think,

But she's old enough.

She still needs attention.

But do not give her such a pleasure.

Hands reaching,

She wants to be held.

Forget her and ridicule her more,

You like that.

No hugs in the mornings,

No hugs at night,

Just forget that girl in the corner,

The girl trying to hold onto some emotion.

Watch the girl die,

Cuts on her wrists deeper than your evil soul.

Observe the only angel,

Who never made it to heaven.