her pure white skin
dyed with blood
and it had been
her first cut
she sat in the bathroom
music blasting through her earphones
her mind cluttered
she craved the security of death
yet she wanted to live
no one would know
she would mask the ache
keep a straight face
she knew her life was cut short
with that first stroke of the razor
that first cut
turned her into a down spiral
of gloom and terror
a mixed drink
of torment and limitations
but no one care
she just wanted one thing
she wanted to be free
and she got her wish
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
her pure white skin
dyed with blood
and it had been
her first cut
she sat in the bathroom
music blasting through her earphones
her mind cluttered
she craved the security of death
yet she wanted to live
no one would know
she would mask the ache
keep a straight face
she knew her life was cut short
with that first stroke of the razor
that first cut
turned her into a down spiral
of gloom and terror
a mixed drink
of torment and limitations
but no one care
she just wanted one thing
she wanted to be free
and she got her wish
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