See that girl in the black dress?
What she feels she suppresses
See that boy in the black shirt?
Pretends he's not hurt
See that girl with a bottle of pills?
Numbs the pain that she feels
See that boy hanging from a rope?
The cruel society he couldn't cope
See that girl with the cracked lips?
Starves herself before she sleeps
See that boy with the burning fist?
Turns into a monstrous beast
See that girl with the stained wrists?
Surrenders herself into the pits.
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Antidote
PoetryAn antidote for the lost, the hurt, and the broken. Highest Ranking: #03 in Poetry [06/21/16]
