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by Leah Jun 7, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
A girl with torren eyes, So painful, she can't see, It makes me wonder, what she'll grow up to be. Sorrowful bruises, she cuts herself at night, her body shivers, and her face cold as ice. Her nails are so bitten, right down to the bone, she's so fragile, and gloomy, and she sits all alone. She can't see what she misses, for within her she's dark, the flash of a blade, makes a useless gold mark. She different because she lost her sight and can't see, but she's just another girl, who's just deppressed as me...