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[.::Mother::.]
(Kelsey)
She lies down in her bed
With troubled thoughts stirring in her head
Knowing she won't sleep
Because all she can do is weep
How can this be?
Why didn't she see?
Her baby is dead
So many words were left unsaid
She never had a clue
Of all her daughter went through
The heartache and pain
Her soul worn down and slain
The cuts and the scars
Her daughter was as distant as the stars
She never thought a thing was wrong
But knew it in her heart all along
She never looked past the shell
Now her daughter will burn in hell
For she took her own life
After many battles with the knife
The pain eventually won the war
As it had done many times before
Now her mother will cry with her heart tore
Because her baby isn't coming back no more


my head hurts so much. it feels like only about half the oxygen is getting to my brain. I keep having to swallow, I feel like I have to throw up, I feel like...just...ugh.

Gonna go roller skating today w/ Brent, then to see Fetus Farm.

I'm so depressed. and sad. I feel like a worthless pile of poo.
v_v