The Black Heart

She wants to be she,
But how can she be she,
When all there is,
Is hate, to her poor heart,
Sooner or later,
This poor child,
Will end up,
Crying on the floor,
Gun in hand,
Knife in the other.
What will she do?
Other then kill her father,

She wants to scream,
She wants to cry,
At times even die.
When she smiles,
Every one runs,
because they then knew
they over done it.
She never smiles,
she never laughs.
Her heart is as black as glass.
As heavy as ocean stones.
Her eyes, as empty as the words they speak,

They mean nothing to her,
Other then them being weak
To her own mind,
To her own heart
She is stronger,
Then anyone will ever be,
She will fight,
through what she must.
In order to survive this thing called
LOVE.
To her suprise,
she managed to survive,

For even if she had died,
No one would have cried,
because her heart is as black as a ravens eye,
though there is one thing i must say about her,
she is no ordinary person,
this child i must talk to you about,
is
me.