who is this girl I see?
she is not who I wanted to grow up to be.
how did the bruises get on her arms?
why is she being harmed?
who is this girl I see?
she told me to hush when I didn't believe.
the slices on both her wrist.
she knows she will not be missed.
who is this girl I see?
she seems to have lost her lead.
why does she stumble and cry?
she will be happier if she dies.
who's this girl I see.
hear people saying that its me.
that scar on her back and the veil over her eyes.
inside herself, she has died.
who is this girl I see?
I'd do anything...
if she wasn't Me.

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Poetry of the struggles in life
Poetrydrugs. lost. forgotten. hate. love. lust. abandoned. Nothing...