On an odd day
She was never born
She didn’t see the morn
She was never given a name
She was no one’s flame.
She had never seen the sun
She has never singed a song
She was never given a choice
She had never been given voice
Her life was sad
This drove her quite mad
She saw nothing but Clouds
All around
She held it all inside
She felt confined
She tried to keep her chin
As fare from the ground
She tried to stay positive
Get rid of her addiction
She tried to stop shedding
Thos large amount of Crimson colored tears,
Who mad her arm look like the were crying
She tried to keep everyone from seeing
How ugly she’s grown to be
How strange she’s grown to be.
She envied their eyes
Because from an early age,
In the years of her youth
She has not seen
As the rest of the world saw
She envied there bodies
She had not felt
As others felt
Hollowed out and alone is all
That she has known.
She held on to a secret
She held on to her addiction
Sweeter then candy
Stronger then meth, lithium ,glass, crystal all in one
And even more satisfying then any one of them
She tried to stop
But there is no escape for the pain she feels inside
There is nothing g more more to say
On a unquiet evening
Deep in the darkness she found it in her self
The will to give it all up
She found it all inside
The strength to cut it all off
Her veins and her heart
She found it all inside her little broken heart
The will to turn everything off.
In the last word she spoke
She said as van Gogh once said before the end
“La tristesse durera toujours" (French: "The sadness will last forever”)
And I her last words she dare not say good bye
Thinking no one would care
Thinking no one would spare even just a thought.
But then again I did
Then I again I do.
Once upon a never
she was born
Once upon Now
She died
comiting suicide
Once upon a maybe
i wont
She was never born
She didn’t see the morn
She was never given a name
She was no one’s flame.
She had never seen the sun
She has never singed a song
She was never given a choice
She had never been given voice
Her life was sad
This drove her quite mad
She saw nothing but Clouds
All around
She held it all inside
She felt confined
She tried to keep her chin
As fare from the ground
She tried to stay positive
Get rid of her addiction
She tried to stop shedding
Thos large amount of Crimson colored tears,
Who mad her arm look like the were crying
She tried to keep everyone from seeing
How ugly she’s grown to be
How strange she’s grown to be.
She envied their eyes
Because from an early age,
In the years of her youth
She has not seen
As the rest of the world saw
She envied there bodies
She had not felt
As others felt
Hollowed out and alone is all
That she has known.
She held on to a secret
She held on to her addiction
Sweeter then candy
Stronger then meth, lithium ,glass, crystal all in one
And even more satisfying then any one of them
She tried to stop
But there is no escape for the pain she feels inside
There is nothing g more more to say
On a unquiet evening
Deep in the darkness she found it in her self
The will to give it all up
She found it all inside
The strength to cut it all off
Her veins and her heart
She found it all inside her little broken heart
The will to turn everything off.
In the last word she spoke
She said as van Gogh once said before the end
“La tristesse durera toujours" (French: "The sadness will last forever”)
And I her last words she dare not say good bye
Thinking no one would care
Thinking no one would spare even just a thought.
But then again I did
Then I again I do.
Once upon a never
she was born
Once upon Now
She died
comiting suicide
Once upon a maybe
i wont
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