A Girl's Blood-Stained Teddy

The teddy that hangs,

Beside her bed.

The girl that once owned him,

Is now dead.

The girl was funny,

sweet and kind.

But because of the her scars,

She had to hide.

No-one knows her past is black,

And it follows like a snake.

But she kept everyone happy,

By throwing around smiles that were fake.

So that teddy hangs,

Beside her bed.

It's fur is matted.

And stained blood-red...