The Bomb Of A Razor
This is about a girl whose father beats her, because she reminds him of her mother…
No one is perfect,
Especially this girl,
There would be no effect,
On the rest of this world,
If this lonely child was to die,
If she were to slit her wrist,
Would anyone cry?
The father used his fist,
To make him feel better.
This girl looked towards the sky,
As her face got wetter.
She waited for a bomb,
To drop on her hell,
She cried for her Mum,
But she knew to well,
That no one would come,
Therefore farewell.
Especially this girl,
There would be no effect,
On the rest of this world,
If this lonely child was to die,
If she were to slit her wrist,
Would anyone cry?
The father used his fist,
To make him feel better.
This girl looked towards the sky,
As her face got wetter.
She waited for a bomb,
To drop on her hell,
She cried for her Mum,
But she knew to well,
That no one would come,
Therefore farewell.
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