She looks at life as a bondage
All I see in her is a teenager
Still confused by her teen age
A little girl from a small village
Constantly checking her mileage

Her thought pattern is a headache
She never wanted heartache
She deserves love but it’s hard earned
Prepared to fight until the rough end
Complacent at the knife’s edge
Complete peace at death’s verge

She lost her way along the way
Suicide note on her lap calling it a day
Her soul has lived for a hundred years
Her eyes leak endless tears
Easily shaken by these worldly fears

Scared of speaking out,
Her words are spears
We share time from a broken sphere
Me and her lack love and care