She stands alone;
In an empty hall.
Her hands are numbed;
By angered calls.
There she stands;
With nothing to say.
Anger shows her;
A ****** way.
Pain is gone,
It is numbed;
Everyone says,
She is wrong.
To feel, to express,
Becomes lost;
In a mighty fight,
For bitter or love.
"Everything is
Her fault!" They say.
Misleading Faults,
Are Pointed her Way.
**"YOU ARE WRONG
TO FEEL THAT WAY!"**
She stays Silent,
And falls Insane.
She now stands;
In an empty hall.
Her hands are numbed;
By Angered calls...
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
She stands alone;
In an empty hall.
Her hands are numbed;
By angered calls.
There she stands;
With nothing to say.
Anger shows her;
A ****** way.
Pain is gone,
It is numbed;
Everyone says,
She is wrong.
To feel, to express,
Becomes lost;
In a mighty fight,
For bitter or love.
"Everything is
Her fault!" They say.
Misleading Faults,
Are Pointed her Way.
**"YOU ARE WRONG
TO FEEL THAT WAY!"**
She stays Silent,
And falls Insane.
She now stands;
In an empty hall.
Her hands are numbed;
By Angered calls...
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