Black hoddie and faded ripped jeans.
Slited wrist from a forgotten dream
Dark hair and eyes lines in black.
Faded walls in a rundown shack.
Dark poems written by a shaking hand.
Razor blades and an elastic band.
A paste on smile and a band t-shirt.
A world of pain filled with hurt.
A broken heart and secrets never heard.
A story told with fogotten words.
A soul so damaged it cannot heal.
A hopeless face behind the veil.
Darkness and pain make up the mask.
They see the tears but dare to ask.
Too much has happened, the future means little.
Skin so scarred and bones so brittle.
The end has come though the heart still beats.
Her voice was taken though she still speaks.
Death is the wish she dreams of coming true.
Her heart had stopped beating for you.
Silence Dogood
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