This Girl
This girl,
Unknown to the world,
and quiet inside her room.
Jabbering on the phone,
To her one and only.
This girl,
Unaware of the world.
Struggling to keep herself alive,
Thriving on the alcohol
The only thing keeping her stress away.
This girl,
Shut out from the world,
her body reaches the limit,
Bound to break,
Bound to die,
She waits.
Inside her room,
Jabbering to her one and only,
drinking without exsistance of the world,
not knowing her strengths nor her weakness,
until her body is beneath the surface,
and the whole world watches,
as the dirt covers her casket.
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