Lonely

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A lonely girl

With scars and dark memories

Depressed for ages

But nobody can tell

She pretends to be okay,

By putting up a facade

Her smiles are fake,

Her laughs all forced,

She just doesn't see the point,
Of living anymore.

Her heart is broken,

Her mind, tired.

So she takes a razor

And slides it across her skin

She watches numbly

As the red paint drips down her skin

And she wonders..

Will I ever be the same again?

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