Maybe

July 3, 2012
Imperfect was her name.
Hurt was her state.
Dying was her wish,
and life was just a deadly game.

Maybe if she took that knife,
and plunged it deep.
She would feel better,
about her meaningless life.

Maybe if she smoked that stuff,
send her mind away,
she would learn to look up,
become tough.

Maybe if she drank some more,
she would forget,
all the lies and junk,
that she didn't want to hear anymore.

Just a girl.
A young, perfect girl.
With so much ahead,
unique as a pearl.





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