She sits and stares
Thinks and dreams
Inside her mind
A childs voice screams

Her eyes gaze over
Tears stream down
The memories of her past
She has found

She closes her eyes
The vision is real
The child inside quivers
From the pain and shame she feels

Sadness over flowing
Her hands begin to shake
As the anger from those days
Slowly begins to wake

Nightmares now move in
Rest now goes
All memories
Backward flows

Flashback time
Pain and all
Needing help
Someone to call

Reliving it now
Its not the same
Because right now
I feel the pain

Memories buried
Deep inside
Cannot feel
Cannot cry

All those memories, young and old
Burried far away
I feel them surfacing
Surfacing today

Not just a picture
In a frame
Its a motion picture
With a lot of pain

Only, its not a movie
Its not pretend
It really happened
Experiencing it again

I cannot breathe
Cannot break free
It doesn't matter
What's happened to me

I can't get free
I can't escape
Now its done
Its just too late

Stuff it down
Stuff it deep
In this darkness
I will weep

Cycle starts
Cycle ends
No one to whom
I can depend

Kill myself
I'm to blame
Kill myself
Remove the pain

She sat so alone,
crying on her own,
Blood pumped round her veins,
thumping with the endless pain,
She needed to stop this thumping,
She had to do something,
She sat and cried,
sobbing, as if someone had died,
she glanced at the knife,
would she really end her own life?
She pushed the blade, deep into her vein,
Trying to stop the pain,
She bled more and more,
As she lay dying on the cold floor,
She wanted to be stronger,
but this life she could take no longer,
She was so alone and fragile,
she had nothing but that broken smile,
she took her last breath,
and peace was granted, only by her death.

The broken child lays alone,
In this place called his home,
Lays in his bed oh so cold,
Laying alone with no one to hold.

The broken child with broken wrists,
One day he'll be sorely missed,
The pain was too much to keep inside,
He was so sick of having to hide.

The perfection was all just a lie,
Deep inside he wanted to cry,
Having to no one to hold his hand,
And having to live up to there demand,

Broken child sings his song,
Of how things went so very wrong,
As the blood drips onto his bed,
Now he can finally rest his head.

Alone the broken child sings,
Surrounded by his burning wings,
He closes his teary eyes,
He killed himself without a goodbye.

Broken child full of pain,
Sicking of seeing faces so vain,
Finally he is being set free,
From the reflection, free from me.

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