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She sits there... their smiling
(nobody really knows the real her)
acting as if everything is fine
(no one knows she made up her mind)
She is perfect in others eyes

but when she goes home
she isn't the same
her father's a drunk and
her  mothers a druggie
she runs to her room before they can catch her
slams the door and locks it

she runs to her bed and gets her only friend
the only thing that makes her pain go away
a slice at a time that is
she watches the blood drip slowly down her arm
a beautiful crimson red
she lays down on her bed
falls asleep forever in her own head