Secrets

by .Melody.Queen.   Sep 12, 2006


To scream.
to die.
to sit
and cry

in my room
where no one...
...can see me...
...hurt me.
touch me.

leave me alone.
YES!
Now is my chance...
to cut.
to inject
to protect
myself...from the outside world.

Everyone? this is my fake identity...

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  • 17 years ago

    by Karl Wild GG23

    Everybody has problems and everybody has secrets, nicely written short and sweet 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Shelby

    That Was Wonderfuly written i Loved It