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by + Alana Aug 31, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Uncontrolled thoughts, Scrambled mind, Whispering voices, But nobody notices. All alone, Cold and torn, Scarred wrists, And everyone still oblivious. She is scared of herself, And out of control, She hides the secrets, Alone and silent. Her lips fixed shut, No words ever coming out, But her wrists tell the story, Ignorance...