Sunday, November 18, 2007


Forever broken, forgotten and lost
Her goal was to end her life, at any cost
Disguised as perfect, no worries at all
But once she got home her whole world would fall
Up to her room she hurried at last
Engage in all acts that could do the trick fast
A knife to her wrist or some popping of pills
She would do anything for the comforting chills
But one day she took it a little too far
Her wrist was cut deep, it was no longer a scar
She fell to the ground and felt peace at last
Now she is happy, away from her past.

By: Shiva

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