The sun is bright
She walks with her head down stumbling
over one foot after the other.
There is no smile that is worth while
on her face,
Creeping up her back
the pain is real, her
life as it once was, does not exist
her friends despise her
the life she lives is not worth living
cutting herself does not take the pain
away, as blood rushes down her arm into a wet
towel, the rain poured and her heart broke...
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Written May 19th, 2006
