Unidentified (xjaniex) wrote in i_cry_to_much,
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xjaniex
i_cry_to_much

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real as i am

Her wings lay broken
Matted with dry blood.
Her body lays abused
Sinking into wet mud.

An ocean of crimson
Flowing from her wrist.
Suicide has taken her
The story reads like this.

Fourteen and so lonely
She walked the streets.
No home to call her own
Darkness she did meet.

Laid beneath the pages
Her diary burns in the fire.
Erasing all her memories
Her one and only desire.

No one will ever know
The truth behind it all.
For they will never know
Her every single down fall.

For this angel lays dead
With tears down her face.
A lost child lost in plight
Such a beautiful disgrace.
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