Oct 18, 2006 21:56
I trip over my shoelaces
Fall flat on the ground
My pink bow crumbles
And makes a screeching sound
I lay in the tainted mud
The blood crusts my hair
People gather around
But all they do is stare
I can’t find help
No one will even try
All they do is laugh
And kick me while I cry
I pick myself up
The glass cuts my hand
I’m alone in this world
Doing the best I can
I’ll keep on walking
Deep into the dark
For that’s the only place
I can keep my heart