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No one could see it at all
the things that she holds back
with her life all torn up
the tears that she has holding back
scars and bruses under her lace
with the smile on her face
No one could tell what she was holding back
A stone with written words tells the world
a girl that was left behind
Now she watches up above
seeing that her life wasnt in vain
as she watches other children be saved
from what has killed her
Why Critizise me?
When you look at me
all you can see,
is the worst things
about me,
Even though you
dont know me....
you still critizise
everything wrong about me
it's not fair that you compare
you from me,
where the same inside
no word of a lie
but why do you critizise my mind?
Cause your my consious.
The Call
As she watched in sorrow
the pain she felt inside,
She felt so helpless
as her parents cried,
The girl went to her knees,
as the door slammed shut,
Tears filling her eyes
steams down her cheeks
That night the call came,
as she dreaded the moment,
That would pierce her heart,
She watched her mom run out the door,
As her father did earlier that night
Tears came down her cheeks once more,
as she cried,
earlier that night,
when the call came
About the sister that had died moments before
Remembering when her father ran out the door,
After a call,
they had recived a few moments before
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