The Girl

This is something that my friend wrote and we all think it is really good, but really sad and slightly depressive. I hope you all like it.


The Girl

Her soul, her soul,
He cried aloud,
And a silence fell over,
The bustling crowd,

They turned their heads,
To understand the commotion,
Then turned away,
At the burst of emotion,

For there she lied,
On the cobble stone street,
Blood in her mouth,
No shoes on her feet,

He was the only one who cared,
The only one who cried,
On that bleak day,
Where she laid and died,

She had a good life,
For a year or two,
Until all of her white,
Turned into black and blue,

She tried too hard,
She cried all the time,
She buried her soul,
Among the blood and the grime,

Her eyes were her soul,
But her smile told her lies,
And she hallowed out her thoughts,
Silenced her cries,

He was the only one who cared,
The only one who cried,
On that bleak day,
Where she laid and died,

He was her entire world,
He was the best person she knew,
He alone could make her smile,
Her love for him only grew,

She was his hope,
His reason for living,
She was in his heart,
He remained forgiving,

But he couldn't save her,
Her pain had won out,
But even as she lied,
She was sick with doubt,

He was the only one who cared,
The only one who cried,
On that bleak day,
Where she laid and died,

The years passed by,
And new love appeared,
No one noticed,
His old love disappeared,

He grew happier and happier,
With every breath he'd take,
And he smiled his life by,
Forgetting his mistakes,

The world forgot the girl,
Who was in so much pain,
The one who sobbed on the sidewalk,
And died on that day,

He was the only one who cared,
The only one who cried,
On that bleak day,
Where she laid and died