There was a girl who was neglected by the words of human beings.
She was emotionally injured, but that’s something we can’t see.
She carried herself as if she never had been hurt before.
But she always felt like she was nailed to a door.
Battered with callous terms.
That poor girl wanted to be dead and burned.
No one ever knew what she struggled through.
If she was painted a color, it will be blue.
The high self-esteem of that poor girl got tortured.
She was always facing her enemies in horror.
She was always besieged of others opinions.
She wishes she didn’t care what was mentioned.
Let us all pray as we lay the ashes in the sea.
Because that poor dead girl who was getting tormented was me.