Annies Dementia

 
 


 





  

Girls like me kill ourselves a lot...

                                            when the pain overcomes reason,
                                            and death is the only release....
                                            to be buried by our families,
                                            in clothes,
                                            foreign to us,
                                            under tomstones bearing names,
                                            that are no longer ours....
                                            The Final Infamy....
                                            remembered for eternity,
                                            as someone else....
                                            and forgotten,
                                            as our true selves
 

 
 
 

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