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by Anne Nov 18, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
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 beWhat 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 lifeShe didnt own a single long sleeve shirt till her heart got broken and she stumbled across a knife... The End...