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She Remembers
Her arm remembers the razor blade.
The familiar sensation of blood trickling down her arm.
She recalls the way the pain would invade.
And the suprise she experienced every time she met it's charm.
She cannot sleep.
She cannot cloes her eyes.
for the way the memories creep.
and the reflection preis.
sitting in anguish, hearing intimidating noises
fighting the voices, all alone.
she cannot battle what it poises
for they will soon become her haunting clone
loosing he natural innocence
the guilt tragically wieghs her down.
regrets intrude her conscience.
leaving her in a coma, cold hearted, face down.
digging her own grave.
and wanting to die
death is approaching, let her crave.
pop the pills, her addiction is not shy.
Broken heart,
empty, worhtless life.
shattered, poisoned, from love's leathal dart.
cut into her stone skin, the strongest knife.
The familiar sensation of blood trickling down her arm.
She recalls the way the pain would invade.
And the suprise she experienced every time she met it's charm.
She cannot sleep.
She cannot cloes her eyes.
for the way the memories creep.
and the reflection preis.
sitting in anguish, hearing intimidating noises
fighting the voices, all alone.
she cannot battle what it poises
for they will soon become her haunting clone
loosing he natural innocence
the guilt tragically wieghs her down.
regrets intrude her conscience.
leaving her in a coma, cold hearted, face down.
digging her own grave.
and wanting to die
death is approaching, let her crave.
pop the pills, her addiction is not shy.
Broken heart,
empty, worhtless life.
shattered, poisoned, from love's leathal dart.
cut into her stone skin, the strongest knife.
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