This Girl, by ♥ Break The Tradition Subscribe to rss feed for <i><b> ♥ Break The Tradition

i look into the mirror 
there is someone worthless
staring just staring back at me
tears silently form behind her eyes
which she once thought pretty
but soon those eyes were covered by the lies
once so bright, so blue, so alive
turned gray and sad 
as if, as if they had died
she sees her body 
and calls herself fat
starving herself
until she is weak
always alone always alone
this girl is hopeless
this girl is weak
this girl is ugly
this girl this girl
this girl is me
Posted: 2006-02-06 13:39:30 UTC

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