Just something I came up with on the spur of the moment one day
No emotion on her face
The pain's been washed away
Without a single trace.
She used to be full of love
No depression in her life
Until the day she found herself
Holding a bloody knife.
She dropped the knife in disbelief
Her mind full of confusion
In court she plead insanity
She's now in an institution.
Each and every single day
She plays it over in her mind
Until the day she understands
Her memory was being kind.
It wasn't her that killed them
Another personality is to blame
They now declare her schizophrenic
But she'll never be the same.
Poetry by Kristina
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Written on 2007-02-23 at 21:40
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Another's Mind
Her eyes are pools of darknessNo emotion on her face
The pain's been washed away
Without a single trace.
She used to be full of love
No depression in her life
Until the day she found herself
Holding a bloody knife.
She dropped the knife in disbelief
Her mind full of confusion
In court she plead insanity
She's now in an institution.
Each and every single day
She plays it over in her mind
Until the day she understands
Her memory was being kind.
It wasn't her that killed them
Another personality is to blame
They now declare her schizophrenic
But she'll never be the same.
Poetry by Kristina
Read 468 times
Written on 2007-02-23 at 21:40
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