Her

by sHaTtErEdMiStAkE   May 5, 2005


Her world is so messed up
And her head is spinning around
If she doesn't quit cutting herself
They'll soon find her dead on the ground.
She's weak
And everyone knows
Exactly what she does behind closed doors
She knows it's wrong but her depression makes her feel so low.
Her heart is broken
And her life is so unfair
Her family doesn't give a damn
If you haven't guessed, her families never there.
She cuts her body
Just to relieve all her pain
But this is her life she's messing with
It's not a stupid game.
She decides to end it all
There's way too much stress in her life
So she goes to her room
And takes out her sharp, shiny knife.
She knows she much die
This time she has to succeed
If she doesn't
Her heart will continuously bleed.
Today her pain will slowly end
Never again will she cry a new tear
But she wakes up in the morning
And she realizes she's still here.
Her thoughts and pain are still with her
She looks down at the carpet that's blood stained
Another lonely day she will live
In her world where everyday it has rained.

~Madison Kay Leigh~ December 18th 2004

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