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Wed 22 Feb, 2006 08:49 am
Everything is still
No space to fill
A girl hiding in a corner
An inside force torn her
Not knowing what she can do
No one to run off to
To tell of her deadly secrets
The only reason for bracelets
She needs someone to hold
Waiting for her life to unfold
No one to hold her hand
Nothing in life is grand
Blood covers us all
Both small and tall
Just have to look
At the scars they took
She is fourteen
And there is much she has seen
Not meant for her eyes
No blood with goodbyes
Sorrow, cutting, and death
All her one last breathe
She cuts the vein
She could not feel the pain
~Bloody Lies