The Sad Girl
I once new a girl,
Whose name I can't speak.
She smiled and laughed,
And she made all the boys weak.
But slowly she stopped smiling,
In the summer she wore long sleeves.
To cover the cut on her wrists,
That were starting to bleed.
She wanted the pain gone,
She would often blame the cat.
She thought of herself as ugly and fat,
But everyone knew she was more beautiful than that.
The story goes on without any pause,
She started to notice even more flaws.
She soon took a pill and overdosed,
And now lives with the holy ghost.
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