Who Is She?

Sat, 10/12/2013 - 00:55 -- QShaw

She's beautiful on the inside and the outside but she can't see.


She dreams of one day becoming a "daddys girl", but it's just a dream.


She laughs a lot and smiles bright.


Her laughs cover up the cries while the smile was brushed on her face with  paint.


She begins to feel rage, runs to the blade, aims towards her arm and releases the pain.


The pain comes back again.

She feels alone and broken inside.

She has nowhere to hide. Scars running down her arm. Man... Everyone can see.

Who is this girl?

She was Me.





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