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The Burned Out Flame
On the outside I'm crying, The inside I'm dying, Tired of lying. I have no friends, I can't make amends, I'm hated for being different. My ''friends'' ignore me, To them I'm the lightning that destroys everything good. I'm being hated, and no one cares. It hurts, it's pain, its like needles in my veins. I am alone. My family says I'm a mistake, it makes me tremble and shake, when i think of all the hate, thats in my life. I run away from home, bringing nothing but a knife, no where to go, anywhere but home. I don't care what people think anymore, I am beautiful, no matter what they say, I may be emo, I may be goth, but i am still human. A destroyed human. My hair is the flame, My emotion is the candle, But i have no lighter to set me on fire. So all I am, is a useless candle. Who will ever bring me to life?
guitarhippie added this comment 2010-01-26 20:57:42-06:00
aw but i love her hair its so sad except the hair ='(
guitarhippie added this comment 2010-01-26 20:57:42-06:00
aw but i love her hair its so sad except the hair ='(