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by empty inside Dec 8, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Bloody dried on her wrist rope burns round her neck chains wrapped around her ankle the scares all over her why did no one listen now people play the blame game but your all to blame you saw her you pretended she was fine lost on her own no one to hear her cries broken and hurt till the day she died she left this world went up to the wood one dark night with a rope and a note her broken sprit up there now looking down on me my broken angel i wish it was me i go up to the woods on my own everyday i still see you and hear your screams calling me i love you sweet heart <3