Story on her Wrists. Part 1

by Ronni   Nov 8, 2004


The look on her face,
so much pain,
to much to embrace.
She hurts inside,
there's something she hides.
Hides all the pain,
hides all her fears.,
thinks no one even cares,
wishes death was near.
Her beautiful eyes,
begin to cry.
She's filled w/stress,
her mind a mess.
tears keep falling,
slowly clenching her wrist,
she starts a story on her wrists.

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