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The pain from my heart roles down my face the pain from my arms are just a disguise the tears are just a cry for help while I sit and cut myself the smiles are just lies I tell ,the hurt is bad , worse then hell God where are you I guess no one can tell ,the pain I hide to myself I cry for hours and nights about this struggle I seem to fight , my hands are weapons they seem to say, the same hands that feed your taste ,that rubbed your back ,why are my hands a painful tool maybe because I was simply just abused my feet walk on this ground of hell just for my soul to bleed pins and nails , I'm a girl they say don't grow up to fast my life has been taken from men in the past , the girl has died and a hurt young lady was born just to show that the world has wronged , the pain was seemingly numbed away by a drug us teens get today, love is love they say not jealous or evil but holy and pure can I find a cure for me ? love is simply not a part of me , will I find It I don't know I'm scared to see what the world shows , simply Im just this battered lady that's confused from wrong simply waiting on the light from those who will treat me right while putting up a scared fight
I try and try everyday to be that happy girl that died that day will she every be born again to me she was my only friend I wish I could be young again
I try and try everyday to be that happy girl that died that day will she every be born again to me she was my only friend I wish I could be young again