Girl Interupted

by MissUnderstood   Jun 21, 2006


I know what it feels like to hurt,
to want to die.

Hurting yourself on the outside so you can kill whats on the inside.

I know what its like to cry,
to cry so hard, so loud and nobody to wipe your tears.

To sit looking straight forward at the mirror and despising what you see.

I know what it's like to hurt,
to be hurt for eternity and nothing can be done.

To want to die,
so you don't have to feel, and you don't have to hurt.

You won't have to cry, or hate your own reflection.

To be nothing but a memory, in the back of someone's head.

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