Pretty Girl

Pretty Girl Silent tears, from your screaming heart, Flow down your broken face. Quietly past your silent lips, And are wiped away by your passive hands. No body hears you crying. If they could hear you, Would they care? Why would they, your just another drug addicted girl. So these tears are for them, The ones with selective deafness. Fly away pretty girl, escape to the stars With a needle in your arm and slits in your wrists, As your blood is washed away by the rain. This is how they will find you. Dead. With a smile on your face and silent tears in your eyes. Rest in peace pretty girl. May these memories trouble you no more, As you carry on your journey through the stars. For soon it will be as if you never lived, As everyone forgets about the girl with the needle in her arm. And the wind and the rain slowley dissolve, The stone on which your name is engraved. Written March 31st, 2002 © on Mar 31 2002 07:07 AM PST   0 • 1