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ok so it's cliche and long. Deal with it. It kind of hits home for me so yeah.
---------------------- She sits in her cold hard desk while her teacher drones on about congruency But she is not listening, she never does Her physical body might be there But her mind remains elsewhere Wandering through other worlds Places where loved one's suffer Places where the water is blood And All the books are of torment The sunlight never reaches this place Instead it is damp, cold and dismal The pavements are dark and dirty Even the plants are wilting When she visits this strange world People walk past her without a second glance But she never expected them too Sometimes she sat that and wondered; "How might life be like if I did things differently?" For she wasn't always like this Her world was once filled with joy Full candy-coated dreams, childhood fantasies But all of this was long ago She barely remembers that time now The sugared plums and lollipops have been replaced With moonshine and painkillers-- her sources of "nutrition" The clear blue eyes that once saw the world With such wonder and amazement Are now dull, cloudy and gray Not wanting to view the world and any more of it's horrors The bell rings and she emerges From this world that has been created for her She will go home tonight like always And sit there in her room with the door locked Fingering through her box of old photographs and letters Her vision will become blurred by tears As she slowly increases the scars that engulf her tiny wrists She searches under her pillow for her good old trusty friend Cold, Hard plastic-- the only thing she can rely on She pours the contents of the container into her mouth And pictures the events soon to come The ambulance would arrive-- flashing lights and rushing her off She would lie there in the hospital bed-- frail and lifeless "We couldn't save her" the doctors would say Her teachers would call her name out over and over again Expecting her to be in class It would be weeks before anyone realized she wasn't coming back And for the first time in her life, she would be free |
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