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A Day in Her Life
Her skin stings, unforgiving,
From the futile cuts she made.
She had strict rules for herself-
Why hadn't she obeyed?
Her black hair falls out, strand by strand
Because it's overdyed.
She blames herself for all her pain,
Though yet she's never cried.
Smiling and fake-laughing,
She was told, would ease the pain.
Her smiles now lack meaning
And her laughter is in vain.
She thinks of things like suicide
In the still and dead of night,
Then thinks of those she'd leave behind-
She will, she won't, she might...
She's been told to wait
Before she gets a chance to talk
She knows no one will listen.
She's caught in a deadlock.

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Alright, thanks for the
2 years () (Permalink)Alright, thanks for the support :) <3 I appreciate it
I'm not like this, I can't keep on like this.
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thanks
2 years () (Permalink)thanks. that is how i used to feel all the time, and now im starting to feel like that more, since my best friend just gave up on me :(
I'm not like this, I can't keep on like this.
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I know how you feel... my
2 years () (Permalink)I know how you feel... my best friend gave up on me the night I told her I cut myself. That was 6 months ago and even thought it doesn't still throb, every day I ache to have her back in my life. If you ever want to talk, I'm here.
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That was a beautiful poem...
2 years () (Permalink)That was a beautiful poem... I hate fake smiles and laughs and everything that goes with acting.
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