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She doesn't know herself anymore
Her weak body is just a shell
Encasing her screaming soul
Can it be soothed?
We can only hope
The black shadows under her eyes
Make her look like she's already dead
And she basically is
Dead inside
Body on autopilot
She wishes she had the courage
The courage to slice
The courage to cut deeper
To bleed until there was nothing left to bleed
An empty shell
A void
The remanants of what once was a perfectly normal happy human being
Who fell down a hole
And couldn't get out
What she really hates is hope
Hope that he loves her
That when she's gone
She will have missed her chance for all eternity
Only left to observe the plights of those who once knew her
And the pain that they endure
Because of her.
Selfish bitch.
Some fucking lame poem i wrote like in april or something. Decided i might post it because i felt like being an annoying nuisance to everybody by posting whingey drivel.
Enjoy bitches.
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Posted by arabesque on 2009-09-19 05:52:47 | Rating: | Views: 39
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