walking slowly,one foot infront of the other.
a forced smile? she doesnt even bother.
her dark eyes show a lost little girl.
trapped in a big black world.

ive seen her face before...
was it in my own mirror....
behind a closed door?

her scars run deep inside.
its getting harder to hide....
the feelings in her head...
the cruel words that are said
her mascara is running...
as black tears fall

the raindrops are heavy
her breathing not so steady
no tears left to cry
no rides left to try

she wants to find the exit
of this swallowing pit
where she can love again
with no stabbing pain
her scars run
 
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