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by Dannielle Jul 28, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
The wind is her screaming, That no one else can hear. HELP ME, HELP ME, its saying, But no one else can hear She needs help, No one comes to help. She all alone, No friends, no family She scared, she frightened, But no one else can see, The terror that she been through. That no one else can see She needs help, No one comes to help. She feels sick, All cold but the all hot as well The razor blade that lies on the ground, The scars that people see, But the real scars are the ones that only she knows of The broken egg, her heart, That only she can feel. Bang, bang, bang......... The bright light, the angels, That only she can feel.