Cant think of a title

by amanda   May 3, 2005


She's the silent type
you don't hear to much about her
she kind of sits in the back
like staring through a blur
one day she walked by
and you seen her cry
you didn't say anything
or ask if she was OK
so she went home
to make a list
that was the night
she decided to slit her wrist
never again shall you see
this young girl
who was ME!!!

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