She was losing herself
Her sleeve stained with red
She was praying and hoping
No one would ever tell
Once again, not so innocent girl
She cried herself to sleep
One last time, her life slowly
dripping out of her wrist
She looked through old photographs
Escaping from reality
Crying silently as she watched
Walking in her memories
"And to think we all wanted to grow up"
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
She was losing herself
Her sleeve stained with red
She was praying and hoping
No one would ever tell
Once again, not so innocent girl
She cried herself to sleep
One last time, her life slowly
dripping out of her wrist
She looked through old photographs
Escaping from reality
Crying silently as she watched
Walking in her memories
"And to think we all wanted to grow up"
I was sinking back then
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