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The girl in the corner
Constantly trying to end her pain,
End it, end it now.
The girl in the corner,
Sees the little sharp blade,
Longing to feel,
Its stinging caress on her wrist.
The girl in the corner,
Slits like there is nothing else,
No one else.
She slowly starts to fade away,
As no one cares,
About the girl in the corner.
Crimson liquid,
Coming out of her veins,
As people laugh,
Like they just won a game.
Now I realize,
That poor girl in the corner was me,
Hoping for an alternative,
To this brutal life
Constantly trying to end her pain,
End it, end it now.
The girl in the corner,
Sees the little sharp blade,
Longing to feel,
Its stinging caress on her wrist.
The girl in the corner,
Slits like there is nothing else,
No one else.
She slowly starts to fade away,
As no one cares,
About the girl in the corner.
Crimson liquid,
Coming out of her veins,
As people laugh,
Like they just won a game.
Now I realize,
That poor girl in the corner was me,
Hoping for an alternative,
To this brutal life
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Life is painful. Beautiful, but so terribly painful.
I remember the days when my emotions dripped like deep coloured rubies onto the pages of my journal.
This is beautiful and sad.
I remember the days when my emotions dripped like deep coloured rubies onto the pages of my journal.
This is beautiful and sad.