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Do You See the Stars?
she can not spend her life trapped
everything planned
every move mapped
this fishbowl life isnt for her
so structured its crazy
yes ma’ma; no sir
your pushing her farther away
with every step you take
part of her that wishes she could stay
this life guarded
so very heavily
she feels bombarded
so close is everyone
she can barely breathe
no one notices she is so alone
crying herself to sleep at night
she needs someone
to bring back her stars light
the mornign returns
alone for now
but then someone learns
she picks up her knife
crys and crys
wanting to end her life
someone saw her lost and alone
couldnt hide it any longer
the girls scars were shown
she watches the blood spill from her thigh
numbness fills the empty pain
covered every mark, told every lie
rescueing her is an angel from above
hoping to find her still alive
hes come to help this girl feel some love
he arrives at the door
running so fast
shes unconctious, her knife on the floor
picking her up as fast as he can
he takes her to the hospital
shes lucky to have this man
shes getting better now, but she still has her scars
and when she gets weak he reminds her
look up at the sky, do you see the stars?
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I used to be a cutter too, so it's definitely something I can relate to.
Except I get a peaceful sense towards the end. Was it really that way for you?
Mine was difficult I had so much animosity built up towards anyone who tried to help me, because I didn't want to stop (or I thought I didn't anyway)
-skye(:
