Maryjane, such a naive little girl....even though you may seem to be 17.
Good morning....wake up please it's time for school.
The thoughts that swim into your head in the morning that you can't control...are they taking over?
*Up to the bathroom where there is makeup spread along the counter, brush your teeth and your hair just like a normal day*
*do your makeup and dress up on your way to hell*
*dad is drunk again like a normal day throwing bottles at walls and screaming his voice away*
*mom's at work so you have to find your way*
*walk to hell , yes indeed that sweet little girl, we all know and love even if you feel like your not enough*
*everyone surrounds you hoping you would notice them*
*walk to your group of friends waiting for your arrival*
*boyfriend talking with another girl ....oh you wish you were in another world*
"Maryjane are you okay?"
*ignore everyone until hell is done walk home all alone hoping dad isn't there*
*you get inside and try to hide so dad doesn't hurt you*
*run upstairs and finish your work, even if your thoughts are bezerk*
*removing particles of clothes showing nothing but bruises and skin , the kind no one would want to be in*
*drip , drip, drip , the water flows and you step in feeling cold*
*grab that razor slice it down like your out of town*
*drip, drip, drip the blood falls at the time of dawn*
*cuts up your sleeve so you are relieved*
*time for bed little girl say goodnight to this big wide world*
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Just One Call
RandomHey Maryjane, Isn't this you? The one on the poster. You look pale.... Is something wrong? MARYJANE!
