they write about her im the toilets.
they call her a ****
they mock her.
they make her hate herself.
everything she is, everthing shes become.
its their fault.
she crys herself to sleep at night.
wishing she could change.
wishing the scars would fade.
wishing she could fade.
wishing she hadnt done the things she things she had.
wishing.
wishing.
wishing.
just wishing she would die.
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 7:54 PM UTC
they write about her im the toilets.
they call her a ****
they mock her.
they make her hate herself.
everything she is, everthing shes become.
its their fault.
she crys herself to sleep at night.
wishing she could change.
wishing the scars would fade.
wishing she could fade.
wishing she hadnt done the things she things she had.
wishing.
wishing.
wishing.
just wishing she would die.
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