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by Look At Me Dec 28, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
She sits in her room Tears streaming down her face Delicate hands shaking Her eyes burning red She was hurt by many For what she believed in Bright red blood prickled From her soft cheeks Bruises covered her arms Cuts lined her back She stood up But was soon beaten down Her heart was shattered Her beliefs rattled around She sits confused Of what next to do Her sheets beside her Splottered with her blood For her wrists are cut The blade by her side That she used for the crime A faint knock was heard Startling her so She lay in bed Covering her head The door cracks open Not her mother But her friend stood In the doorway tears Pouring down She uncovered her head To see who it was Her face lit up But soon faded again She tried to hide the blood But her friend came over And sat on the bed Uncovering her head Her eyes grew wide At the horrid sight She grabbed her damaged friend They held each other tight Never letting go
by yolande the dreamer
im so sorry ashley............