Accidents, by ~ Gemz ~
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That poor lonely girl,
She hides her face,
In shame & sadness,
Too afraid to face the world.
She is a living death,
Controlled by despair,
Immune to pain,
She cannot feel anything.
That poor lonely girl,
She slipped & she's bleeding
These "accidents" happen,
Too often to be believed.
Her heart is still beating,
Though emotionally cold,
She still feels something,
The piercing pressure, of the blade across her
wrists. |
Posted: 2006-12-15 10:41:25 UTC |
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2006-12-18 01:59:10 | User |
Wow..I am speechless..I just have to say your poems are so relatable to me..I truly understand.. |