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Died by a thorn, Now Shes not born
written by Lovely_Suicide05:39 AM 10/7/04Sitting in the corner picking off the leaves
Hiding the cuts under her sleeves
Pulling apart the flower
She Feels a boost of power
Sitting there thinking
Slowly sinking
Pulling of a thorn
Slashing at her wrists till their torn
Throwing away the rose
Bleeding threw her clothes
Lying down on the grass
The air starting to feel like gas
Eyes that are closing
Starting to feel like she's dosing
Her life slips away
Never having to cut everyday
The sun goes to hide
Not wanting to provide;For something thats died
Rain pours down on her
Life becoming a blur
A lost life to a thorn
Now it's like she wasn't even born
Everywhere its quiet
People igoring their diet
Seeing this pour girl
As white as a pearl
Not a word to be heard
From the suicide that occured
Like she was never born
Like she never had a life that she worn. |
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