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by shutout Feb 15, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
With her blood She writes on tiles No one knows what’s behind her smiles Her make up blackens her eyes Now that would be no surprise Runs around screaming She fakes her life Blames herself with the kitchen knife Hides the cuts From the ***** They think they no They no nothing The silent battle she fights Cry’s herself to sleep all those nights