Loki

Throwaway Girl

Copyright, Loki

Throwaway girl with scars on her wrists
So tired of fighting this feeling inside — there must be something she can do
They only care when she does bad or covers her arms
So what if it’s the middle of summer?
She never talks and when she does it all comes out at once, so now she must never talk for fear of telling her deepest, darkest fears and emotions
She holds it inside
She blares her angry music in an unconscience attempt to vent her frustrations
She hates her parents and all the things that make her this way
She’s nothing but a throwaway girl and no one and nothing can help her
Even if they could, she wouldn’t let them.

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