A terrible life

by Anne   Nov 18, 2006


Just once she wants someone to notice her scarred arms and

red stained eyes...

Each night her dreams would ruin. her arms would bleed out for

love her eyes would cry out for acceptance but nothing got

through to anyone.

In the end people become the people theyd promised theyd
never be

What a wasted life she tought...

She\'d never be the person she wanted to be

She was already someone she dreamt she\'d never be

As she sat in her room with her \"wasted\" life

She sat and tried to think of people who would miss

Not one came to mind

And like that she took the knife to her wrist

And wrote on a piece of paper

Not Addressed to anyone

SORRY...

Someone needs to tell her the truth

Thats all she wants to hear

Each time she gets to lied to her cuts get deeper and closer

All she needs to know is the truth....

Everythings a lie...even her life.

A broken smile holds a broken life

She didnt own a single long sleeve shirt

till her heart got broken

and she stumbled across a knife...

The End...

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