Girl, Depressed. Materials: Angst, Lipgloss.
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Who is she?
She's the girl who you pass in the street, with her jeans torn at the waistband, her face stained with tears.
She's the girl who takes everything to heart, rips herself apart, and then is expected to be fine.
She's the girl who's life balances on a knife edge.
She's the girl you ignored.
Or maybe she's the girl who pushed you away.
The girl who stood for everything you believe in, and then fell.
She could be the girl who spat on you.
She could be the girl who either hates you or is completely and madly in love with you.
She could be the girl who doesn't know who she is.
She could be the girl who made sure your life was hell.
She could be the girl who tries to kill herself everyday.
She could be the girl who tried to talk to you, wanting you to just listen.
I know who I think she is.
She's the girl who hurt herself on the outside, so the inside pain knew it wasn't alone.
She's the girl who tried to find herself, but got lost in labels and groups.
She's the girl who used to take music to heart, but now brushes it off, just enojoying the noise it creates.
She's the girl who hates silence, because it's so freaking loud.
She's the girl I used to see in the mirror, everyday.
She's the girl I used to be.
But who is she to you?
That is the question.
Isn't it?
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"She's the girl who hurt herself on the outside, so the inside pain knew it wasn't alone." <- Love this line. It actually surprised me a bit, I'm unsure why.
It was really strong. I think you did a great job with this.
not bad. i think think you could drop off the last two lines and just end with , "But who is she to you?" I think it packs a tad more punch. Keep writing and posting here!