Little Girl

What's wrong, my dear? I dare ask, what is the matter?
All the children are playing, they're having fun.
It's a beautiful day, not a raincloud in sight.
Tell me, now, why are you so sad?
Everybody else is wearing a smile on their faces
But you still seem to be holding your regrets with you.
Your grudges aren't forgiven yet, and you continue
to conceal your scars.

Do you have a twisted pleasure in hurting yourself?
Really, now. You shouldn't.
You seem to be detaching yourself from everybody else
And you're so confused.
People around you want to help you through this
But you always seem to refuse.

Are you happy, being like this?
I hope you're not. Or we'll need some counseling to do.

Don't cry, little girl. Don't cry, now.
Nobody would want to see you like this.
Your tearing yourself apart. You're trying to fix it
But you just get angry with yourself
And then break apart again.

Those pills aren't the answer, my friend.
You'll just make everything around you worse.
Don't you realize all of the people you're going to hurt?
A little decision can make a bigger difference than you think.
Think twice, my sweet. Think again.
Take off that black jacket, erase that frown.

And live with no regrets. . .