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old shit She knows you think of her,
as just skin and bones.
She says your words hurt,
more than sticks and stones.
This lonely girl waits,
for something not yet found.
But to her family morals,
she is bound.
Shrouded in black,
from her head to toes.
She hides awful things,
that nobody knows.
Her tranquil blue eyes,
hide her posion tears.
And the world doesn't know,
exactly what she fears.
The false laughs of joy,
tell the words she can't say.
Her perfectly drawn smile,
shadows her pain day after day.
Red lines of sorrow,
trace the unnoticable veins.
Jewerly to hide them,
wrapped up like rusted chains.
She knows she's not normal,
not like her peers.
Even though they've been there,
for several long years.
This girl sits alone now,
with no feeling or remorse.
Times have changed slowly,
with heartache and force.
She lives each day wearily,
wondering what's next.
Hoping it'll end soon,
while life becomes more complex.
This angel in black,
with tattered old wings.
Soars to the gods now,
to be with heavenly things.
