Why?!?

by empty inside   Dec 8, 2011


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

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