A darkened world, a messed up life, a sad teenage girl, who crossed the blades from a knife.
The blood drips down, she falls to her knees, no one is around, to hear her pleads.
They don't know her name, they don't really care, all of her pain, no one is ever there.
The cold wet streets, a box is what she lives in, her parents watched her leave, had no where to begin.
She tried to forget
She tried to let go
But she keeps gettin sick
And no one even knows
She has no one to run to, just alone and scared, so lost and confused, wishin someone was there.
She holds that knife, and says two words, then takes her life, this sad little girl.
On the letter, reads "i'm sorry," things never got better, so I watched myself bleed.
"Whoever is readin this, you came just alil too late, I have done cut my wrists, I had lost all my fate."
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Written June 7th, 2005
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this was sad Alissa.... and so very morbid. as is all your work. i hope you are feeling better. keep on writing!
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this was just amazing!
it was sooo deep and...just wow! so much power in this and you could really feel her pain. keep up the awesome work!!
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