Suiside
She was sixteen
She comes home
Daddy’s waiting outside
The pain on his face he can’t hide
He won’t let her in
They hurry her away
Mommies in the hospital
She cut her wrists
Not sure if she’ll make it
Life, love, does any of it really mean shit?
Now it’s over
Now it’s gone
Just like the end
Of the saddest song
This is good bye
To a world
Where love doesn’t belong
by
DarkestAngleposted on 09/30/2009
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