Collecting Her Life
Dead to the world,
Just another little f***ed up girl.
A child with no feelings,
Could kill herself and not give a damn.
She's alone in the world,
At least that's what she thinks.
She lessens the pain,
By using a blade.
No one sees her at all,
She doesn't even see herself.
Everyday she looks in the mirror,
And slams her fist into it.
She wants to get rid of the darkness,
But it's a part of her now.
The black hole in her mind,
Gets bigger everyday.
The only thing she has left,
Her sanity decreases.
She may die from thinking about it,
But that's not a misfortune.
She won't let her pain kill her,
And she isn't giving up her hope.
She breaks her own heart,
And feels sorry for herself.
And pity is exactly what started this,
She has no choice but to correct it.
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