Symptoms show,

the parent's know,

About the bloody wrist,

They read her diary,

And the time has come,

For the doctor's kiss

She was diagnosed with number three eleven

Then prozac somes for her depression

She cuts her ankles so noone knows.

Pretend to be better, after a while,

Hide the real pain with a simple smile,

She dosen't know how long she can deal with this

So much for the doctor's kiss


 
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