You know you’re not the only one,
Who wants to leave, to hide to run.
Cause no one seems to really care;
The poor young girl who cannot flair.

Survival’s hard she knows this well,
And trapped inside this living hell,
She wonders why they mock and snicker,
Water’s pure, but blood is thicker.

Each breath she takes, each tear that falls,
Each times she makes her silent calls;
They always look but never try,
To help the girl who wants to die.

You know you’re not the only one,
Who cries at night and says you’re done.
Too bad she’ll never know life’s bliss,
Existence here, she’ll never miss.