Living dead

by Just another pretty face   Jul 18, 2010


She looked down at herself, her feet and body.
She looked down at herself and thought:
"I'll give up soon".
She couldn't find anything nice about what she looked like.
Everything people said, she couldn't understand.

She thought of her as a simple girl.
She thought: "This life has no future".
She became sadder and sadder while the days passed.
You could tell.
Her body and her look.

She became thinner and thinner and couldn't do anything.
She cut her wrists because she liked to see blood.
She felt like she had to hurt herself for who she was.
The girl blame herself, her mother and her father.

The girl couldn't bare living, so she took her life one night.
The girl couldn't bare living, she couldn't live with herself.
The girl couldn't bare living, she was exhausted and abandoned.
The girl couldn't bare living, that's why she took her life one night.

She's deeply missed and no one can understand.
Everyone wants to see her face, with her beautiful green eyes.
There were so many who loved her and cared about the little one.
The girl had a wish, but couldn't see the world the way she wanted.

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