You don't know her empty thoughts, How sad her soul is how death has become comforting thought The simple slip of a Sharp blade , Finding it funny how people don't seem to care or understand, How this poor girl feel inside The only left to do is drink her sadness away Holding a bottle to her lips she says "it helps"... It helps numb the pain inside She dose not want to feel All she knows is hate She knew love once but lost it all With her twisted little world She can't stand to live anymore No one thire to stop her No one thire to help keep the voices away to keep them Were they should stay To help push the pain down in her She is the blame for everything, She is the strange she is the insane
Written by her_sad_heart23 like this? more poems by author Published 14th July 2013 3:20pm All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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