Post by LittleLostGirl on May 24, 2003 10:40:03 GMT -5
She covers her arm,
To hide the scar,
She remembers someone saying,
"No one cares who you are",
She bought a ticket,
And came to the dance,
She gave socializing,
One more chance,
She sat in the back,
From everyone she fled,
She cut up her arm,
And cried as she bled,
People kept away,
As she bled on the floor,
Tears ran down her face,
As she cut some more,
"What is she doing?",
"How long has she cried?",
They asked as they watched,
This Innocent Suicide
To hide the scar,
She remembers someone saying,
"No one cares who you are",
She bought a ticket,
And came to the dance,
She gave socializing,
One more chance,
She sat in the back,
From everyone she fled,
She cut up her arm,
And cried as she bled,
People kept away,
As she bled on the floor,
Tears ran down her face,
As she cut some more,
"What is she doing?",
"How long has she cried?",
They asked as they watched,
This Innocent Suicide
