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aint happy
written by Schizophrenic_broken06:04 PM 1/6/05there's a girl who's lying on her bed tonight
she's crying empty tears but she's numb
she can't feel this pain but the scars prove her wrong
showing that only she knows that
she aint happy tonight
she had a decent childhood
filled with happy, selfless days
and her parents love her dearly
but they dont know her truth
dont even know that
she aint happy tonight
she wants to fall into her mothers arms
and cry for things she dont understand
but her parents wouldnt be able to see
the things she's hidden for so long and why
she aint happy tonight
she isnt the girl she used to be
before she was happy, funny and bad
now her friends call her "bitch" and "rude"
for all they see is not really her
for on the outside its just her hyper pretends
but they all see her as unsensitive so
she aint happy tonight
she's fallen out with her real mates
and made her best friend cry
shes fallen in love with a prat
and let him go to far still
she aint happy tonight
she cut her arms till it hurt no more
but she thought she'd overcome it
she'd let the scars begin to heal
but shes sitting on her bed now
with the knife in a blooded hand
and seven drops of this blood
dripping off her arm because
she aint happy tonight
she leaves the note on her desk
knowing her parents wont read till too late
she lays in her bed to let them think shes asleep
as the blood soaks into the covers
the darkness comes to take her away
she know her time is up all because
she wernt happy tonight
she wants to see the truth
she needs to understand
why...
she wants to die
she wont ever be happy
not while she's living this life
like a game shes got to keep playing
she dont wanna play nomore
she tryed to cheat her way out
but she failed...
her suicide
she aint happy today |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by devilchild01 (1-16-2005 - 05:12 PM)
| sounds just like me. hyper pretends i do that often enough. i think that no one understands anyone but themself.
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