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What happened ? To that little girl Where did she go ? It all happened to fast Something went horribly wrong After four years I still don't know what That little girl is dead and gone Her innocence left to rot I looked in the mirror this morning Like every other day And what I saw was torturing Like every other day Who is the stranger in the mirror ? Whose are those empty eyes staring back at me ? Why are the eyes so empty ? What happened to you ? What happened ? I feel so very detached My memories don't feel like mine A big black chain is attached To my ever dying mind Voices are getting louder Asking silly questions Why don't I know the answer ? Why are they screaming depression ? What ever happened ? To the happy little girl ? Was she stolen away in the night ? Passed on to another world ? I don't know I don't know anything Anymore Why are there scars On my arms ? My arms aren't as scarred as my heart What's with all the scars ? I don't remember falling I remember the blades Slipping through my skin I remember the tang of my dark red blood As my life line wore so thin I remember the pills in my hand I remember the feeling of them scrambling to get down my throat I remember the soft feeling Of the cigarette between my cracked lips I remember the smooth cool of the beer flowing across my tongue I remember all those things I shouldn't I don't remember the things I should A little grave yard in my heart For everything I've lost
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Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC
What happened ?
What happened ? To that little girl Where did she go ? It all happened to fast Something went horribly wrong After four years I still don't know what That little girl is dead and gone Her innocence left to rot I looked in the mirror this morning Like every other day And what I saw was torturing Like every other day Who is the stranger in the mirror ? Whose are those empty eyes staring back at me ? Why are the eyes so empty ? What happened to you ? What happened ? I feel so very detached My memories don't feel like mine A big black chain is attached To my ever dying mind Voices are getting louder Asking silly questions Why don't I know the answer ? Why are they screaming depression ? What ever happened ? To the happy little girl ? Was she stolen away in the night ? Passed on to another world ? I don't know I don't know anything Anymore Why are there scars On my arms ? My arms aren't as scarred as my heart What's with all the scars ? I don't remember falling I remember the blades Slipping through my skin I remember the tang of my dark red blood As my life line wore so thin I remember the pills in my hand I remember the feeling of them scrambling to get down my throat I remember the soft feeling Of the cigarette between my cracked lips I remember the smooth cool of the beer flowing across my tongue I remember all those things I shouldn't I don't remember the things I should A little grave yard in my heart For everything I've lost
izzyisdumb
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Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC
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