Trapped within
I see her reaching for me
but it's like I cant't get close enough to set her free
I hear her cries in my head
her soul is here but her body is cold and dead
numerous questions start to fill my brain
I begin to worry stree and strain
It's like I was there and I could feel her pain
I feel it's my fault how I left her screaming in vain
I could only imagine what it was like seeing her bound with tape
her hands and feet were so disform that they had no shape
the dectectives say she strangled herself with a long cape
I felt as though I knew this girl that had been tortured and raped
Around her neck was charm
it was suppose to be good luck and keep her away from harm
but instead her body was laying cold in black bag by a nearby farm
I just wish there was something I could do
besides feeling sad and blue
thinking to my self how could such a thing happen to you
why wasn't I there
when you were going through all this pain and misery to bare
You will always be apart of my heart
even though one side feels like it has been pierced with poision dart.
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