That Broken Girl

I know a girl; she’s quiet and shy.
She wears a lot of black,
And always has a hoodie covering her face.
Her hair is a mess, and it’s always covering her eyes,
So no one can see that’s she’s really crying.
Nobody really talks to her,
And nobody ever makes an effort to.
Everyone stays away from her because she’s different and hurt.
Her obvious pain is visible for all to see.
Her skin is pale from being so cold.
Her arms and legs are covered with bruises and scars
From the people that have beaten her;
From the people she was too weak to protect herself from.
She has no place to call her home;
She sleeps in a different place each night.
Each night she cries herself to sleep,
Like her own personal lullaby.
Her heart is broken and torn from all the people
That said they would help her but only ended up hurting her some more.
She is deathly skinny,
And looks like she hasn’t eaten a proper meal in ages.
She picks out food from the garbage can behind restaurants.
The trashed food gives her sicknesses, so she never feels well.
If given the chance to see her eyes,
They are bloodshot red from all the tears that she has cried.
Her clothes are dirty and ripped; her jeans have holes everywhere.
She wears the same clothes over and over again;
She can’t afford to buy new ones.
She has no money, and sometimes has to steal from people to stay alive,
To get what she needs to survive.
She has no where to go, no one to turn to, not even her own family.
She never felt like her family loved her; they never acted like it.
She has no hopes for the future, only regrets from the past.
She wishes for nothing, and never gets her hopes up.
No one would ever look at her.
She is known as the girl that nobody loves.
She is known by some as the girl that shouldn’t exist.
They look down on her, which makes her feel lower than anything.
She sometimes clutches herself tight, like she’s giving herself a hug,
Because no one else would.
She holds herself tight; she’s all that she has to hold on to.
She has no one to talk to, no one to confide in, only people to yell at.
She’s lost and confused in her own world inside her head.
She doesn’t know what to do most of the time,
Because she thinks that everything she does is wrong,
Thanks to the people that make her feel that way.
This girl is not a bad girl; she is just a hurt and confused girl.
She has been lied to so many times that she doesn’t believe anyone anymore.
If people say they will help her,
She doesn’t count on them to be there when she’s alone, or when she’s hungry.
She sometimes feels like she’s the only human left on earth,
Because she is so alone that people avoid her if possible.
No one bothers to talk to her, to try to understand her
Because they all think that she is too lost to be saved.
But in reality she’s not lost, she’s just wandered down the wrong path; 
A path that she doesn’t have to continue to walk down,
But no one is going to tell her that.
They are just going to sit and stare as she walks down the wrong path,
And ends up destroying herself.