A silhouette from a moonlit sky,
Showing my past of how I wanted to die.
The blood still stains.
The cuts remain.
My past has nothing to offer.
On my arms a story is told.
The story of a girl that had no one.
On her own from the very start.
No one cared about what she did to herself.
No one cared if she died.
No one cared at all
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i think my favortie would have to be the last three lines. It did sound a little akward on line #6, but I love the message your sending
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