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by TwistedIllusions Jan 12, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I see her standing there Alone, lost in her thoughts Troubled visions and a broken home Pain the only thing her life has brought Her eyes tell a story Of pain and despair Her unspoken suffering revealed But it’s not like anyone cares Tears spill over And roll down her face Her silent cries echo around In her life she sees so bleak I watch as she reaches Again for the blade With each cut she prays Her memories will fade I reach out to her Outstretching my arm Maybe I could save her From her self inflicted harm She reaches up to my hand And my fingers touch the glass The coldness of the mirror Reflective of my heart I turn away my head And wipe a trickling tear Pull down my jumper sleeve Away from eyes that peer I turn my back on myself All hope has been lost For all of the torment, the pain, the tears My life, the final cost