I watch her laugh to hide the tears
put on a smile to hide her fears
pull the blade accross her skin
to make her feel alive again
if only all of you could see
that broken little girl is me
she finally threw the blade away
it stopped making her want to stay
she now got herself into something bad
thats caused herself, her mind, to go mad
if only all of you could see
that broken little girl is me
she dropped the pills for a bottle of jack
hoping to bring her sanity back
jack didnt help to keep her sane
so she went and switched to mary jane
mary didnt help her cope
she decided it was time to give up hope
if only all of you could see
that broken little girl is me
she gave up her virtue
to help her get through
when that didnt help to pass the time
she turned her life into one of crime
finally realizing after all of these years
she was the cause of all her tears
she put the gun up to her head
its clear to her now shes better off dead
its only now that im able to see
that broken little girl... was always me.
-MAH
~I wrote this! All rights belong to me! Thank you. (:
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Another Sad Story.
PoetryThis is a compilation of sad stories and poems that I wrote.
