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She wakes up every morning
To the sound of her alarm
And adds another cut
To the collection on her arm
Thinking she’s alone
That no one knows her pain
But everyone surrounding her
Is under the same strain
The classmate she ignores
Sits and wonders why
What is the point of my life?
Why do I even try?
Her teacher that she despises
Keeps a bottle in her purse
She thinks it helps her problems
From getting any worse
Her best friend returns every night
To find an empty home
She cries herself to sleep
Because she feels so alone
So self involved
We rarely ever take pass
Of the people that we meet
Or are sitting in our class
Maybe if we took the time
To truly understand
We could help each other out
With this world’s cruel demands
To the sound of her alarm
And adds another cut
To the collection on her arm
Thinking she’s alone
That no one knows her pain
But everyone surrounding her
Is under the same strain
The classmate she ignores
Sits and wonders why
What is the point of my life?
Why do I even try?
Her teacher that she despises
Keeps a bottle in her purse
She thinks it helps her problems
From getting any worse
Her best friend returns every night
To find an empty home
She cries herself to sleep
Because she feels so alone
So self involved
We rarely ever take pass
Of the people that we meet
Or are sitting in our class
Maybe if we took the time
To truly understand
We could help each other out
With this world’s cruel demands
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obsessive love
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Nothing But A Whore
Stand on your corner broken girl
Paint your beauty as they pass by
Do your deed and take the money
Destroy your life and don't ask why
Let them pay you for your acts of lust
Hide the pain and fake the laughter
Let them have you for tonight
Let them tear you down after
Sell your body for their needs
The needs of people who will never care
Let them have you and rip you apart
Let them have fun and pretend you're not there
It's all in a days work
The sense of their hands against yours
They always said you'd be nothing more
So they were right, your nothing but a whore
Nothing but a whore who's been locked up in chains
A whore who
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Anorexia.
She looks in the mirror and pokes at her thighs.
She slides her hands over her stomach,
and she smiles as her hand glides over a bone.
Not a morsel of food will pass her lips.
She looks as if the slightest breeze will blow her away.
As if the slightest touch would break her.
So pale and fragile looking, yet so elegant.
Not a morsel of food will pass her lips.
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wow this one is like the perfect portrayal of the ignorence of humans,