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That girl was really me
written by insanebitch200005:24 PM 10/14/04Alone in the bathroom stall
Withering like a dried up rose
As this girl takes out a gun
The salty tears begin to flow.
She already pinned the note
Onto her blue flowered dress
Because she lost all hope
Her sins she has to confess.
She questions herself why not
Why not pull the damn trigger
All the kids laugh at her ne ways
Her problems just get bigger.
The friends she's made now
Could care less about her
Never asking how her day is
Or if anything's a blur..
She gently rubs the silver gun
As if its the only thing on earth
That's saving her from all this
Telling her what she's worth.
The courage inside her grows
To finally blow this mask away
She's been hiding for to long
Each and every passing day..
She gently points it to her head
Gripping the gun tightly at hand
She takes one last gasping breath
Counting to four on command.
One..sorry it's time for me to go
Two..my soul will finally soar
Three, please don't cry for me
Four, I won't bug you anymore.
I guess you've already guessed
She's been wanting to be free
I think I haven't mentioned
That this girl was really me. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by ashevil (10-14-2004 - 07:46 PM)
| wow that is good u should get ur stuff publish who knows maybe u can |
by chocoholic22 (10-14-2004 - 11:19 PM)
by breezy x fresh (10-15-2004 - 01:13 AM)
| wow..that kinda reminds me of me. i have tried suicide be4 but it didnt work. i guess i didnt try hard enough. |
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