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True Story
She sits her with blade in hand
From the start she was damned
No one cared
Everyone stared
At the girl that was depressed
And hid the part of her that was the best
But underneath all that clothing
There are scars from the cutting
That she did to her stomach and wrist
And bruises from the fist
That was also the hand taht took the blade
That cut deep to make the pain fade
She feels so empty and dead
And just wants to die in her bed
But that hasn't come true
She still wants to live for you
But she still sits in the floor rocking
Blade in hand ready to end it but she hears knocking
It's from her bedroom door
She hides the blade and gets of the floor
I'ts her mom in the hall
Her mom says phone call
It's her boyfriend
He kept her from the end
There's a difference in her voice
He can tell she almost made the wrong choice
She starts to cry
She didn't want to lie
That she almost cut her wrist
All because she was pissed
The phone got silent
Then a message was sent
From him to her
Saying he loved her
No matter what she said
He didn't want her dead
Cause he would die inside and out
And his heart would go black without a doubt
