The little girl who always played with dolls
but secretly made cuts along their wrists
behind that fake exposure
shes just another a suicide for the list

*+From my poem, finding the princess with cuts along her wrists.+*

You can say you care
but i wont believe
from this world
i'll soon leave

Jsut because my parents stoped caring, doent mean i need some to take there place, i am ok alone

You think I'm OK,
but behind my door
is a girl with a blade
who cant take anymore

From my poem girl with a blade,
please v/c ill return the favor
love mel

Her life she want to end, it is causing so much pain
The sight of her blood each night is driving her insane
She ready to say goodbye now, thought she wont shed a single tear
Because she now knows she escaping her biggest fear

Daddy you are killing me
i don't know why you are filled with such hate
daddy please remember I'm your daughter
before you kill me and its to late

Please Read and v/c my poem
Daddy remember im your daughter
i promise to return the favor

When "I" am QUEEN
i Will *exist*
with Perfect S-C-A-R-S
cut on my WrIsTs

( not mine but i liked it )

Dying inside, hurt by the lies
people ignore, the young girl as she cries

A story of love and devotion
When you love eachother enough to try
To let them live without you
Even when it means you have to say goodbye
from my Poem
Would you die for some-one you love

Mummy you stopped caring
daddy followed the trend
mummy sharpened the kitchen knives
daddy secured my end