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by Emma Jul 13, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
She looks down in fear, Afraid of someone noticing, Afraid of someone try to care About her dirty little secret. Shes not ready, Her past haunts her, day in and day out. People shy away from her, learning what kind of girl she really is. No one understands the pain, And the horrific sights Her eyes have seen. And the people who dont notice And dont know, Think shes the perfect girl, happy and without a care. If only they knew, She laid down at night, A safety pin in hand. If only they knew, The tears she had shed, Over one drunken memory Of a fxcked up night. If only they looked, Not in disgust, Or surprise, But acceptance. Because that girl at night, Crying herself to sleep Is what she has become. Everyone pretends to care, But weeks from then, They dont even remember that she even ever told them Her dirty little secret.
by Lost and Delirious
Oh wow, it makes me want to know what the secrete is . . . 5/5