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by Leah May 30, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
She wants to get out Out of her nightmare Which is supposedly her life But if only she could Each day she was hit Morning to night For her dads plesure She would almost die There she would lie Never would she move For she did fear her father Because of what he would do What had she done? She would like to know So she could make things right But never did she know Her pain was unknown Her beauty was their Well hiden was it Under her jacket sleeve Each day she made a cut A cut which made her real A cut that made her smile A smile that was broken One day he pushed her Pushed her to far For this little angel Couldn't cope anymore So up the stairs she ran Ran into her room For their she sat and cut Cut deep into her arm And there she died The little angel she was For that was her life Unknown to everyone..