Little Girl

She laid there with her eyes open

Just thinking to herself

“I am worthless.”

“I am nothing”

The tears rolled down her face

A scream escaped her lips

The thoughts raced through her mind

Each one created another soon to be scar 

“No one loves me”

“No one cares”

The blood ran down her arm

The scars became fresh

As the last tear hit the floor 

The bleeding began to cease

She closed her eyes

Hoping not to see tomorrow

All she wanted was to be perfect

In a cruel imperfect world