It's so sad what the world's come to
Kids fear there parents...
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Empty fields, yellow grass...
Among tombstones and broken glass,
there's a story to be told of horrid past...
Everyday I wake up and wash my face
hoping that I can wash off my disgrace...
Deep inside she is not strong,
Yet she is the one everyone clings to...
As I lay here thinkin of you and how much I miss...
It hurts so much...
Cutting and bleeding
heavy as breathing...
Anger
Pain...
She gave him her heart
And he hit the bottle...
Oh no.
There she goes again...
Today I wish,
I wish for all to know...
She was never happy
But you could not tell...