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by Kianna Jul 30, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
She gets teased, Called names. I watch her cry, Nothing I can do. She feels unloved, No one cares. I want to love her, To be there. She cuts her wrist, Crying nonetheless. I cry with her, Wanting to hold her. She's a victim, Of depression. I'm the center, Of attention. She's the girl of 2010 I'm her, From way back then..