Such beautiful beige skin... She gets it from her mother's side of the family. But its funny, no one ever really sees or notices what keeps her skin so smooth, so shiny, so natural... its almost as if she has makeup upon her body.1
If they only knew how much she hides... all the bruises, abrasions, lesions, and cuts...2
Day by day she works,laughs, loves and gets burned. Her heart has been broken, her heart has been crushed... these are familar to her, yet it hurts each time a guy enters and then leaves her life, she can never get rid or get use to that sort of pain, and she's never been great to deal with it either.3
But there is one familar pain she is use to, there is one sort of pain that she can't ever feel anymore... because she feels it everyday, she endures it each and every time, and the more it happens, the more she laughs, works, covers and dies...4
The people that she should look up to the most have hurt her. She is the bitch in her family, the black sheep, the rebel. She is the girl that depends on no one but herself, and it is her independance that makes the wrath coming to her that much more intense. 5
No one wants to be or feel alone... yet she feels that hollow emptiness everyday, because instead of being greeted by a hug or a kiss, she awaits for the ever-knowing fist that will greet her or the hand that will grab her already sore neck.6
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Beautiful dreamer she was, and a beautiful dreamer she will never be. She gave up on dreams a long time ago. She grew up before she was suppose to, and she saw and endured more abuse then what she was never entitled to. She gave up on being beautiful, being that person that made her entire family proud... its almost as if she let it all go...8
That bottle of vodka made her feel more beautiful than anything in that hollow room ever did. In a room full of family members, that bottle is what helped her from going insane, that cigarette was the only light that she saw in that darkness, and that peroxcide helped her from infection of wounds that never really mattered to her.9
She learned early in life not to be vain, that looks didn't matter, scars and bruises are everyday life, and when you find someone that loves you... even for a little while, you savor every moment that you have of that love, because once it is gone you will cry over it, yet you will be thankful that you felt something other than that object coming at you, or that knife that now hangs on the wall.10
Her mother is crazy and her stepdad has an alcohol problem. Her daddy is resting and will never awake and the mother that raised her left...11
As she places that makeup and powder on her face, neck and arms, she remembers back in time when she could let herself be her. Where there were no marks on her body and no blood to wash off her clothes. When her natural beauty was there, and all the laughs and smiles were for real, and nothing ever hurt so much...12
But as she sees the hand of another, reality sits in, that nothing will ever change until she is with her father. When her body takes that final blow and she will rest beautifully in that coffin, and lay buried next to the man that never hurt her. And finally, she will meet her maker, and know, that it was God that gave her the strength to take it.13
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Of all the secrets and all the pain, it still made her strong and beautiful...15
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She just doesn't know it... She just doesn't know what feels real anymore17
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... and its just really sad that this is factual for so many of us. Its tragic 
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Ah...isn't that a little better? I care what happens to you and so do a lot of others! Don't ever think different.
