Resolution Profile Loves Hates Cravings History Tagboard Friends Links Credits EntriesOnce upon a time
There was a story of a little girl
Innocence was her only crime
One of the few she did not commit
As days grew long
and frustrations grew
She found ways to release pain
All so unreal, but so true
She played with razors
and danced with burning fire
She told of her pain and misery
to have the world call her a liar
She carves her arm and slices on the vein
to say what her heart couldn't
the only way to express the pain
So sick and so twisted
Using the drugs to give her feel
Letting guys use her
Only to make her feel real
Only creating more anger
Once upon a time
falling asleep, only possible by tears
Scared of nightmares and dreams
Escalating and feeding her biggest fears
When mommi and daddi hit her
Bruise after bruise, night after night
She never told anyone
Stood her ground, never fight
All the nights she said
"I Want To Die"
Maybe she meant it
It wasn't all a lie
That's why I tell you this story
of a girl who lived a lie
Welcome to fairy tale land
Once upon a suicide
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so my type of poem. HAHA =)
it kinda reflects to me, except some part. HAHA
people who is close to me shall know.
13 more days to OUR 6th month.
24 more days to PMR Trials.
73 more days to PMR.
ttn'