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by Willow   Feb 14, 2007


That sweet girl,
had so much pride.
But that sweet girl,
had decided to die.

She had thought about it,
for quiet awhile.
And every time,
it had made her smile.

She was sick of the fights,
that would happen between her parents.
And she couldn't handle,
The pain caused by school.

She despised the town,
she was forced to live in.
And loathed the way,
it would continually rain.

Her eyes held so many tear,
and her lips, so many words.
Her heart held too many fears,
and her soul wished to fly higher than birds.

Her watch would hide the fresh cuts,
from certain prying eyes.
And her smile would cover up,
the feelings she held inside.

That night went by,
without a mistake.
She did not cry,
because it would make everything feel fake.

*~* it kinda ended weird. plus it's not my best one either.*~*

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  • 17 years ago

    by X~Angie~X

    I like it.. i have an idea wut u could have for a title.. it could be like a sweet girl.. or somehting like that.. i thot it was really good. 5/5
    take care
    luve angie