That was quite some life she led
She thought she could be a superhero,
but from her wrists she bled
Through long nights she'd lay awake
staring at her bland white ceiling
A simple decision was hers to make
Knives, playing cards, or fingers?
Each provided a different sensation
And each left a mark that still today lingers
One night she was bored and wanted to fly
A boy named **** offered her the chance
To breathe something else and pass the time by
She left what she knew, her family and friends
And she stepped into a danger zone
creating for herself some unhealthy trends
She breathed what he gave her when she was told
He was something new, almost like her savior
This experience would not soon get old
Time passed slowly and soon she became
Two different people, one to parents, another to peers
The only thing shared was her name.
--unfinished
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
That was quite some life she led
She thought she could be a superhero,
but from her wrists she bled
Through long nights she'd lay awake
staring at her bland white ceiling
A simple decision was hers to make
Knives, playing cards, or fingers?
Each provided a different sensation
And each left a mark that still today lingers
One night she was bored and wanted to fly
A boy named **** offered her the chance
To breathe something else and pass the time by
She left what she knew, her family and friends
And she stepped into a danger zone
creating for herself some unhealthy trends
She breathed what he gave her when she was told
He was something new, almost like her savior
This experience would not soon get old
Time passed slowly and soon she became
Two different people, one to parents, another to peers
The only thing shared was her name.
--unfinished
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