| Lost Crying tears of endless shame A blade runs slowly across my wrist a jet of pure ed flowing blood a release of aniety built up The blood it trickles staining the rug where it has fallen red forever telling the tale of a girl who felt she had nowhere to turn Her life in shamblems crumbling all around her parents who dont seem to care no friend to speak of She feels alone She is alone Alone and Lost Inside her own Head |
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