She runs down the open road, running with anger and fear.
She breaks down and tries to scream out her agony;
In the end, she breaks down in tears.
You hear her sobs.
People walk by, but no one asks:why?
Why are you so sad?
If only someone could save her,
But there's no one-no one to save her from her pain.
She burns with anger, but her fear makes her cold,
cold to the core.
More fear than anger.
Deep into depression, too deep to be pulled out.
She has her good days where she's halfway out,
but someone always has to kick her in the face
And make her fall to the bottom.
In the end, she is still broken-
Even though she doesn't always show it.
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