Her life

by chantelle   Oct 3, 2006


That girl so humble but oh
so weak that girl she
doesnt know how to talk

She feels the breaze but
can see no light cannot see
the sun she\'s only shunned

The pain of reality is just too
much for her she cannot take
this pain she cannot live with
herself for ever she must die

she says to herself \" i am ugly
i hate myself\" with her blade in
hand she slashes and slashes
but noone can understand...

All her friends tell her shes so
pretty so beautiful they say \"you
know you are beautiful dont say
your not\" but they have no idea

She doesnt think shes beautiful
she thinks shes ugly deep down
inside she smiles on the inside
but on the very inside of her

shes crying she is dying she
cant live with herself a part of
her is dying but no one can see
noone can feel... only she feels
her pain everynight noone watches

she wishes for her prince charming
to come in and grab that blade to
take the blade away wipe all her
tears away and carry her away and
take care of her

but she doesnt belive in fairytales
and happy endings anymore there
is no such thing as this according
to her for she is nothing and
noone will ever love a beast..

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