Warning: Contains self harm and suicide
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Alone in her room
Locked door
Line on her arms
keep score
Wonders what
she's living for
She's giving up
It hurts too much
She's crying out
for a loving touch
But no one hears
She's drowning in her tears
She's falling apart
She's falling apart
She's lost the pieces
of her shattered heart
A spiderweb of cracks
It's too late to go back
It's a cruel world
for the porcelain girl
She's going numb
Doesn't cry anymore
She's lost the hope
she had before
But no one sees
She's alone as she bleeds
She's falling apart
She's falling apart
She's lost the pieces
of her shattered heart
A spiderweb of cracks
It's too late to go back
It's a cruel world
for the porcelain girl
Alone in her room
Locked door
Deeper cuts
than ever before
Nothing that's
worth living for
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House On the Hill
PoetryA collection of poems, ranging from lighthearted to brooding.
