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by Lena Jul 21, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Black satin covers the wounded soul Out stretch arms are just another form of torture Tears to a smile being strong is the custom she follows Because the only thing taught is to swallow the feelings drowning her from the inside out Blackened eyes, bleeding hearts satans way to ruin things Hope that fades to nothing more than her dreams Empty reflections show what the world knew In the darkness hands fold and she prays for an escape that never evolves Past the blackened heart is just another lonely girl