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by Bittersweet Sundown Oct 22, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Walking in the rain, Hiding her pain. She closes her eyes, And then she cries. Scars on her wrists, Clenching her fists. Falls to the ground, Hears the horrible sound. Children crying, Parents lying. Blood on the floor, She's so sore. Tired of the abuse, Though she can't refuse. Her mother putting her through pain, She has gone insane. No one can tell, Her life is literally hell. Can't be saved, Her scars engraved.