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Dwelling deep into a somwhat sad girl's teenage life, Beneath the cracks, the inches of make-up plastered on her face, Behind the facade she puts on everyday, You'll soon discover her world is a damn gloomy place. If you were able to dig deep into her memories. Her painful past and hurtful present life, You would know about her sadness, her unhappiness, & her silent battle to end her turmoil and strife.
Damage has taken it's toll upon her whole insides, She's too weak to stand - she's been inflicted upon many a time. All she has now is salt from her never ending tears And her little notepad, full of STUPID rhymes
Her memories from her past are so unbearable when she recalls them. She gets scared and angry, and hates herself for it all. She thinks of her memories from an early age, till everything she knew turned to nothingness, & now she knows only agony, and from grace she falls.
It's ironic that while people deliberately rip her world apart, They are deaf to the silent voice within her that yells, They are blind to her destruction and carry on with their taunts Their harmful words cut deep like blades of ice, as painful as the fire from the depths of hell.
Her enemies linger in the corners of the world, While she tries desperately to get away from the sinister majority, The ones who always judge her as an insignifcant creation to the world Mocking her, shoving her, leaving her to wallow in her self pity.
She tries to tell herself that it's not her fault, That their the ones with the problem, not her, She wishes them all away, and all her demons to flee from her life, Still they stay, waiting for her, they lurk.
Slowly, slowly, her life's falling fast. She needs to end this pain, she can't carry on any longer. Her heart bleeds, her eyes leak and her nose wrinkles from the smell of salt overkill. But she knows she must not give in; she has to be stronger. But as all her demons gather around her, She can't cope with the strength of them on a drained weakling like herself. She has no one else to turn to, cause to be truthful no one else cares. So she just gives up hope, crawls in a corner, and wallows in the pity of her helpless little self.
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amandasapenguin added this comment 2009-01-07 16:51:14-06:00
So honest and straightforward. I wish I could do that. Very cool glog.
amandasapenguin added this comment 2009-01-07 16:51:14-06:00
So honest and straightforward. I wish I could do that. Very cool glog.