July 14, 2011
By , fairfax, VA
Put the gun up to her head
Couldn’t pull the trigger
Her face down in the pillow
Praying for something bigger
Nobody knew how much she hated her self
That he tried to cut the pain away
As she clung to his picture for dear life
Trying to make it through each passing day
Nobody knew how lost she felt
As the rumors spread
Or that she was beginning to break
With all their cruel games messing with her head
Her world was spinning
As her blood fell
She was killing herself
But no one could tell
All those vicious lies
And her blood burning red
Well, all of her tormentors…
Tomorrow they’d find her dead

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