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by broken_dreams_broken _heart Apr 8, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I always got good marks the top 5 in the class i was daddy's little angel but that dream shattered just like glass they never knew the other girl the one crying in her room who wrote poems just like this full of doom and gloom they never saw the silent tears never asked or knew the world just kept on spinning round so i spread my wings and flew the wrists laced with blood red threads the outlets for the pain the dull brown eyes seeing blood stain my golden mane yet my mind was never clearer than when i held that knife it somehow helped me focus on my hurt and hopeless life: the perfect daughter all the time who always had a smile who went to clubs and got good grades crying all the while you never knew the pain i hid and for that i will be glad the facade will continue of the family we once had i can let my spirit go now soaring through the air fly away from all life's pain and free me from all care