So beautiful
so empty
so loved
so used
Poor fragile girl
Alone in the spotlight
For all to see
For all to judge
They fuck her
And leave her
Beat her
And break her
You think she's so happy
And hate her for being wanted
You call her a bitch
You call her a whore
Not knowing
That deep in her heart
The torment never ends
They find her in slumber
Haunting her dreams
So lost and confused
No plave to hide
Sharp blades
And blissful highs
Bring only temporary relief
Because when her wounds heal
And the highs fade
She still has nothing
Just an empty heart
And a pretty face
But a pretty face has no use
Splattered on the wall













Comments
I suppose it DOES have a lighter note compared to others.
I believe that the "plave" should be place.
Is this about Amanda I?
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However, I like the ideas conveyed here, especially in the end, about highs and such, so perhaps you should just play around with the words a bit; maybe look up some alternatives in a thesaurus, and see what flows best.
Hope that helps ya out a little bit.
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