The death of cinderella

by Onoitsmandie   Mar 20, 2008


Cinderella's name was cindy
she never looked surprise
and every time you seen her
her face was so disguised
you see i am that cindy
and my prince charming he has gone
and every time i see him
i know where i belong
i look into the mirror
my cheeks are stained with tears
wrist cut up by razors
blood running down my arm
and thanks to my prince charming
i am addicted to self-harm
my razor is my best friend
always there when i need him most
never does he deceive me
never will he go.
i love my razor dearly
with out him i would be lost
and because of my prince charming
my life be came the cost.!

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  • 16 years ago

    by layclynn

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  • 16 years ago

    by slowlyxfallingxapart

    Wow. this is really good. keep up the good work. its amazing. i love it.

    :)
    ..::Jenny::..

  • 16 years ago

    by briana

    Wow really good the title caught my eye good job keep on with the good writing

  • 16 years ago

    by MyMuse

    That was actually good to read, wonderful job :D I was thinking about something like this but then hey nah someone else prob do better but you know you are that person, just a wonderful job my friend :D

    ~*~CourtneyxHolland~*~

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