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by + Alana Feb 24, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Shes lost control, Doesnt know what to do, Shes been here before, Tormented by you. No one understands her, They turn away, She wants others to see, She cant last another day. Chosen her fate, She locks the door, Her feet are cold, On the damp bitter floor. Sitting in the corner, Eyes filled with tears, Mascara bled down her face, Her mind filled with fears. She rolls up her sleeve, Uncovering her lies, Guilt in her head, And theres fear in her eyes. The fear turns into relief, Her heart beets strong, She has lied her whole life, But not for long. But in her blood soaked cloths, Stretched across the floor, Tiles cold on her body, Theres a knock at the door. They yell and scream her name, Her memory begins to blur, They stop the bleeding, But where does that leave her...
by Wake
That was amzing.. simply amazing...just the kind of poems i like and.. that was superb..GREAT WORK~Wake~
by Tara
Wow, just amazing on so many levels...beautiful and nice flow wondefully sad* ttara