Living in the Dark

A short time ago,
In a place near by,
Lived a sad little girl,
Who always would cry.
She sat in her room,
All dark and alone.
And would cut herself free,
In the quiet of her home.
She never told anyone,
Of the secrets she hid.
Until one night they found,
The things that she did.
Her mom was confused,
Thought she was to blame.
But in the little girls head,
Things were not the same.
Her mom was asking questions,
And she thought she should lie.
But she told her the truth,
She said she wanted to die.
So her mom put her in the car,
And drove her to this place,
Where they met a lady,
With a kind-looking face.
She was scared and nervous,
And went towards the exit door.
But stopped when she realized,
She doesn't want to be hurt anymore.
So they sat and they talked,
Although their eyes did not meet.
She felt something grow inside,
Something good, as she stared at her feet.
Weeks went by, then months,
Talking to the lady did not kill.
Then one strange day,
They talked about a pill.
It would help take away the hurt,
And she began to feel well.
She liked that idea, but was still worried,
For if it worked, she could not tell.
She started on one,
But had to switch to another.
My child is still sad,
Said a hurt, young mother.
This pill worked better,
It made her feel happy.
But the downs still came,
Which made her feel crappy.
She wanted to sleep,
To forget about the pain.
But when she awoke,
She still felt the same.
She sat and wondered,
If she would ever get better.
But thinking there was no chance,
Just made her tears wetter.
She wants to feel good,
Real quick, and real soon.
But she thinks the only way,
Is to fly to the moon.
Sitting and thinking,
About the good and bad things.
Makes her get up and walk,
With her two broken wings.