Forever Hurt

Clenched fists,
bloody wrists,
The future of this girl was covered in mist,
By death, that girl was kissed.

She never knew what to laugh was,
She never knew what to love was,
She never knew what to live was,
Though she knew what to cry was.

She lived in misery,
and was hurt by her own self, her own bully.
She cried in her room silently,
and wished for an escape very badly.

All those who cared for her,
were scared for her future that wasn't sure.
Would her drepresion ever have a cure.
Poor young girl was by anger lured.

Those who care for her must take a stand.
Love her dearly and take her hand.
For her life they must make a stand.
Or her life will end without the power of love so grand.