I speak to you of shame....
I once was a sweet girl, kind and silently hurting...
now my pain is out....now my pain is alive.
I AM a happy person...but for some strange reason...while with a smile on my face...I still think of suicide...I still picture myself hanging from light poles, bathing in a bath of red water...a bullet threw the head...my car crushed and twisted around an old oak tree....
strange right?
into the pit I do de-send,
while angels sing sad songs to me.....
time only will start to mend,
my souls broken chastity...
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