Getting No Where

by breakxyouxdown   Nov 11, 2006


She wakes up in the morning
to do her make up and her hair
but in her mind she knows
that shes not getting anywhere

people in school hate her,
so she sits in the corner and crys
they all just stare at her
as she smiles with a lie

no one knowns it yet
but soon it will be reveald
this little girl that no one likes
has a secret to be shared

underneath her pillow
where her precious head lies
holds a blade to slit her wrist
while she looks in the mirror and crys

she trys so hard to conquer her addiction
but nothing can be done
soon her life will end quickly
because of all the kids who made fun

and when she rights her suicidal note
it will mention all of those names
this is the real world,
this isnt a game

we all die eventually
so why not do it now
with blades on the wrists,
blood on the floor,
tears in her eyes,
and guilt in peoples soals

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