June 17, 2013, 6:43 PM
Everything she does,
She does with grace,
Her eyes closed,
And tears down her cheeks.
Those thoughts of hers,
Won't hold her down,
Instead they will set her free.
Her skin the canvas,
The blade her brush,
She carves out the pain,
That she keeps inside.
Everything she says,
She speaks with sealed lips,
Those songs that fill her mind,
Will help her escape this world.
She does with grace,
Her eyes closed,
And tears down her cheeks.
Those thoughts of hers,
Won't hold her down,
Instead they will set her free.
Her skin the canvas,
The blade her brush,
She carves out the pain,
That she keeps inside.
Everything she says,
She speaks with sealed lips,
Those songs that fill her mind,
Will help her escape this world.
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