4/27/11
heavy eyes and a pounding head.
nobody remembers the words that were said.
the room is spinning.
shes not winning.
dying hearts and cluttered minds.
shes the only one holding herself behind.
bullets and guns.
lets see how far she runs.
stripped of her hope and flory.
doesnt know where to begin with her story.
slit wrists and used blades.
if only she couldve been saved.
maybe it wouldve saved some harm.
she waits with open arms.
but she is denied.
and she tries to hide.
back to her bloody wrists and skin and bones.
shes quite used to being alone.
