Walking through a graveyard,
Death all around.
Tears on her face,
Bodies underground.
Thoughts in her head,
Pain in her chest.
Slashes on her wrist,
Wanting to eternally rest.
Color drained,
White as gun powder,
Is her world,
And everything else.
If her tears fall,
And no one is there to see,
Does it really matter,
Who she pretends to be?
Nightmares of Suicide,
Hate, And Crime,
Daydreams that her pain on earth,
Is running out of time.
Bare footed and cold,
She goes on with life.
But she’s not living,
She’s dying in strife.














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Raynn
and im sorry
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If her tears fall,
And no one is there to see,
Does it really matter,
Who she pretends to be?
~ArmyBabe
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If her tears fall,
And no one is there to see,
Does it really matter,
Who she pretends to be?
~ArmyBabe
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If her tears fall,
And no one is there to see,
Does it really matter,
Who she pretends to be?
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