~scared-a-lot
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FriendI hide my pretty little scars Under my pretty little clothes Afraid of what they'll think Or what they already knowFriend
Walking down the hall
Heads turn and teachers stare They don't kow what i'm hiding
Or why my skin is never bare
Everyone asks me what's wrong I say i'm fine and keep walking Noone understands Why I'm not talking
Rumors spread, and gossip gets out That I've been cutting myself There's no doubt about that But they don't have to know the truth
Walking to the bathroom Blade in my hand You follow m
by ~scared-a-lot
OppositeI'm in a room full of people Yet, I feel so aloneOpposite
I'm in a sauna Yet, I am so cold
I'm in the ocean Yet, I feel so dry
I want to talk to you But no words will come out
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Nobody ListensYou call me in your office Tell me I need to talk But I don't want to talkNobody Listens
Spouting off meaningless words Tell me I need to talk But im not read to talk
Yell, scream, you have a fit Tell me I need to talk But Im not ready
You calm down Tell me you're just concerned Send me back to class But now I am ready to talk
And nobody wants to listen
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The Memories Stay With MeI can't focus It's always on my mind I can't sleepThe Memories Stay With Me
It's always on my mind I can't forget The scars remind me
Of my terrible past I never want to relive They'll never go away The horrific memories Of my Little Blade and me
Playing doctor on my arm.
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The Bladeyou cut the skinThe Blade
to mend the heart
the silver blade pulls both apart you tug, you tear, you rip to shreds and when you think it's nearing the end the blade it wants to play again
by ~fiendishhooligangirl
All she needs...She thinks she's ugly.All she needs...
She's wrong She thinks she's fat.
She's looking in the wrong mirror She cries herself to sleep with no sholder in arms reach I wish I could be there everytime I hear her gasping for a breath on the other line To give her the courage she deeply doesnt have , but clearly deserves. To tell her that she's a part of my life that I dont want to loose When she's getting yelled at, they're yelling at me When they're crushing her faith. They're crushing mine too When you call her fat. That means I might as well be When you hurt her. You're hurting me just the sa
by ~Kandigirl7391
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For Childern Who Were BrokenFor Children Who Were BrokenFor Childern Who Were Broken
by Elia Wise
For Children Who Were Broken it is very hard to mend......
Our pain was rarely spoken and we hid the truth from friends.
Our parents said they loved us, but they didn't act that way. They broke our hearts and stole our worth, with the things that they would say.
We wanted them to love us. We didn't know what we did to make them yell at us and hit us, and wish we weren't their kid.
They'd beat us up and scream at us and blame us for their lives. Th
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