She walks around with scars for all to see,
It proves her life is full of misery.
With a razor blade, the door locked,
Her only thought now is that she can't stop.
Help her fight addiction
He tries to block them out,
But the rumors start to spread and shout.
He kills himself in his despair,
The pain was just to much to bear.
Help him fight suicide
She runs and screams down the hall,
though no one can hear behind the wall.
She cries at the things daddy does late at night,
She tries to run away, but she can't win the fight.
Help her fight abuse
Her blue eyes look around,
Her blonde hair blowing toward the town.
She knows she can help them all,
But no one can hear her call.
Help her find a way.
Grace Gordon
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