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by Raquel May 27, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
She's sitting there, She's all alone. No one cares, She's not a clone. She's no Barbie, Plastic's crap. She's stuck in the life, It's one huge trap. She hates herself, And so she should. She'd take her life, I know she would. She lives to cut, She's almost dead. She sees his face, It haunts her head. He never noticed, He never cared. He danced with Barbie's, While music blared. Just one more cut, She's gone for good. She hopes he cries, She knows he could. In the bathroom, The blade it sings. She grads her knife, The school bell rings. He hears a scream, It's sad and scared. He runs inside, Just stands and stares. Her face is peaceful, She's lying in blood. A slight little grin, Her grave she has dug. His tears just fall, She would be glad. He missed his chance, He was so mad. He was in love, His friends said no. He hated them, But it couldn't show. So now she's dead, His hate just grows. He grabs the blade, Lets his blood go. *Please Vote* *I like comments too*