Hold On

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Hi hi :)
So I realized I don't use very many pronouns like she and he so I thought this one would be different so yeah.


Her smile began to fade,
Revealing the rain on her parade,
Showing her misery,
From which she will never be free,
That girl just so happens to be me.

I've lost the old me,
I'm no longer she,
She was happy,
And clean,
Her arms were seen,
Mine covered in cloth and rubber,
She could looks at herself and not mutter,
She never so the demons coming,
And I had no way of running,
She was full of life,
She was carved out of me,
So I'm just a shell,
That no one knows very well.

The dark liquid passed through her lips,
In little sips,
Trying to keep quiet,
Her head down,
Hoping her thoughts would drown,
In the music that blared,
They didn't,
She couldn't get rid of it,
Not in the way she wanted,
That was saved for closed doors,
And red tears on the floors,
The pounding wouldn't stop,
It killed her head,
At this point she'd rather be dead,
That being said,
She wouldn't have the guts,
So she simply sticks to cuts,
In this painful rut,
Not sure if she wanted to get over it.


I need to tell you something...
YOU'RE AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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