She

by Lushed   Jun 25, 2005


Fu.ck.
--She says.
I'm fat.
--She thinks.
Must starve the pain away.

She cries
--At night.
Alone.
--She thinks
"you worthless pile of shit"

She grips
--her skin.
She holds
--On tight.
A thought to stay inside.

And by now
--You'll know.
You should have seen
That she wont let you in.

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