Her soul is a pit.
Where angels fear to wander.
She wonders if she matters
Why no one saw the sights
The signs she left behind.
Her tears drop on her shallow cheeks.
For she refused to eat
Not even the Doctor and his tardis dare to go there.
What does she do when she's hurt every day at the place she's meant to learn?
She takes a razor and let's it strike.
A ribbon or blood drips from her vein.
A yell of pain.
She won't be tamed.
What does she do when she's to broken or hurt?
She picks up a gun, and let's it blast.
Just like that-
A life is lost.
A soul in hell.
To ever burn
Because she woudnt tell how she felt.