the first cut is the deepest.....words that can't be ever more true.
Over and over i feel it ripping and tearing.
it is on the verge of being nothing more than shattered glass.
Words are just words, nothing can heal this tortured soul.
A part of me want to cry, a part of me wants to be heard, but most of all no heart.
the first cut is the deepest, words that never can't be any more true.
Shattered, bloody glass is all that is left.
A girl who was once filled with so much life and vigor, now has nothing.
No friends, no one but her.....
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