Her eyes could melt glass Her distant stare plagued by the tears of the many men caught inside her vicious world He never loved her/she never wanted her Her parents split at the age of 9 Seperating her from the Perfect world Laying down the first layer of water upon the ground in which she walked They taunted her beauty/they threatened her solid heart Her fellow schoolmates accused her of bitter lies never spoken Downrid her to the scum they walked upon Watched and preyed upon every move she made Freezing the water that laid beneath her feet into solid ice He never loved her/they never stayed/they used They became her world Taking her voice, her joy, her life from her own hands She now held nothing but what they could get Her body was no longer hers but the insects who fed on her Fed on her like some rare steak thrown into the trash Molding the ice into glass No one saw anything/no one took notice/no one expected She woke up one morning Tore her wrists with the pocket knife Hung herself over the bed that stole her life Her eyes no longer filled with chance.Birth sign: Scorpio
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