Still Living
There once was this little girl who was filled with hope
Her life was perfect, she had no reason to mope
Days consumed with smiles and laughs
Perhaps this was because she did not yet have a past
The little girl began to grow
Mean comments her friends started to throw
The hope she had was slowly fading
She hated herself due to their downgrading
Now this little girl had scissors in her hands
Bad thoughts in her mind, she knew her mom would understand
She put the weapon up to her neck
She wanted to end what everyone else thought was a trainwreck
But this little girl was never alone
There was one who still cared and He was sitting upon His throne
He filled her with a new hope, and told her that she was forgiven
"I have a plan for your life, there's a reason you're still living"
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