Along these dark streets she shall walk,
Passing by these lonely houses.
To others she speaks, but does not talk,
Caring not of whom she rouses.
She walks to her house, but not to her home,
Along these dark dark streets,
She is dead, forlorn, and all alone,
Although her heart still beats.
Into the darkness she slowly fades,
Unaware of her unfortunate fate,
In the pools of darkness she persistently wades,
Her heart filled up with hate.
The scars on her wrists remind her too well
Of the hate that fills her heart,
So in the darkness she continues to dwell,
Slowly falling apart.
Author notes
Dedicated to my sister, Lauren, who's been going through some very tough times as of late.
I don't normally write things like this, but I thought it would be good if she knew that at least one person understands.
The title was actually her idea. ^_^
Written September 17th, 2006
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I hope that Hatter's sister feel sbetterer!
(yes I know. lack of proper english..OH WELL) 
Anywho...
Yes this definantly is NOT your normal writing style...however, I did like it. It shows that you DO care for your sister, and that's what counts the most. I feel it could have beena little longer, but not bad at all.
And to Lauren... hugs you tightly sqquishing you I luffle you too, even if your brother is a freak. He talks about you a lot to some of his friends, and I am glad that he does, because it is LAWAYS on a good note.
-Melly-
A.K.A Favorite Dragon
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very well written i like it deep thoughts nice work. keep it up.
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