Her body is weak..
Her mind lost and fragual..
Slowy breathing, savering each breath..
Who knows how far she is from death..
She fakes a smile..
And does her best..
Acting like, as if the world is not on her chest..
Her mind runs wild, like it's a test..
She's going to fail, she has no quest..
She want to scream, she wants to cry..
But she'll just lie, and say she's fine..
No one can see, see deep inside..
What she hides...
This pain, the anger..
All she dispise...
She hits her knees, and beings to cry..
She scared for her life, no more will she lie..
But no one understands, nor will they ever..
Put the pieces together..
Her body is a freather..
Tell her you love her, let the truth me known..
She doesn't have long...
Till her life is gone..
-Gizmo.
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