Whispering to herself how much she doesn't belong here
How much she wishes she could get far away from this hell
Wishing he could see how much he means to her
To see how much she needs him to understand
A girl sitting there biting her lip playing with her knife
Soon her tears mixed with her blood as it fell down her arm
A pained smile crossing her bleeding lips as she realized what shed done
Quickly hiding the cuts from her so called friends
Rubbing the tears from her eyes and faking a smile
She went back to her normal act of pretending to be happy
To hide the pain she was truly in
Slowly pulling her sleeves father and father down her arms
Slowly becoming the robot of her past
Being the perfect daughter, friends, student
Hiding herself from the world unwilling to let anyone in anymore
The same girl sitting in her room staring out her window again
Walking outside into the rain to hide the tears that cloud her vision
Slowly wishing she was no longer living
Wishing shed never given anyone the chance to get inside her deepest thoughts and emotions
Slowly deciding she was going to let herself die
But never show her fears
Never show her thoughts or emotions
To let them think shes totally fine when shes truly dying inside
He made her realize that giving people a second chance only hurts you more
That giving people the chance to get into your thoughts was a horrid idea
He taught her she really didn't belong here anymore







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The night is good. It steals the shape of things, and swallows them in darkness. If my existence could disappear, just like the night, thatd be great.
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