poem stuffs

a lonely girl stands off to the side

she waits as the world passes her by

her eyes are screaming 

and inside she wishes she was dreaming

all these things she's persued 

are things she'd promise she'd never do

her lips cry for help  but no one sees her

and she feels there is no cure

she starts to crumble 

she trips and stumbles

she finally falls she stays down she'd had enough of it all

what does she do when shes all alone

and her heart turns to stone

battle wounds form across her arms

to her each one is like a charm

 all with a purpose and a meaning, her hearts speeding

she doesnt mind what she's done

because she's finally felt like she's won