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by BloodyBrokenAngel Jun 15, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
She watches me all day Though she doesn't quite seem real She has a sad look on her face And only one tear I've heard a lot about her Of how she came to be She was so fed up with life She reminded me of me They found her in my closet Long before it was mine She had slit both of her wrists They hadn't found her in time I heard about the life she'd lived And how she seemed so great They couldn't understand how such a happy girl Could hide behind a smile so fake I look at her old pictures They were left behind She looked so familiar So I compared her pictures to mine She was so much like me and she had taken her life I guess that's our only difference But we were both addicted to the knife Now she just watches me Live the life she had lived I guess she sees what I see And my life, and her life, for her I will live