Her thick, crimson blood
Falls slowly to the floor
Her mind is lost inside
Her fragile heart is torn
She blindly looks ahead
With burgundy in her eyes
She stumbles through the darkness
To face the distant sky
Her hair is messed and mangled
Her clothes are full of filth
The gashes on her thighs
Gradually start to hurt
The painful tears of crystal
Fall down her broken face
She doesn’t want to cry
Her image a disgrace
Her head is spinning faster
Her skin has lost its touch
She continues walking forward
And she doesn’t hurt as much
This decrepit looking girl
Who never looks behind
Afraid of her own past
More afraid of what she’ll find
This decrepit looking girl
Too trite and tired to weep
With deep red scars across her legs
And burgundy in her eyes.
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