sad lonely girl
they look at her,
all the stares in the halls
they look at her loike shes a thing
all the hideous calls
why do they hurt her
do they even know they do
she needs a cure
she's filled with poison
all the stabs in her back
everything that people lack,
the cuts on her arms
is the only true harm
the kills that hurts
the blade is her new
best friend
desighned
to make her life bloody!
by
dark1angel2posted on 04/25/2008
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