You say that every girl is brimming with love
And happiness, sweetness and giving,
But if you think this you have no idea of
The pitch-black darkness that I live in.
You look at me and say, "What a lovely girl,
I'd kill for her family bliss."
For I am the luckiest girl in the world.
My scars do not come into this.
- Bikki, 30/8/2004, 11:19pm
- b.k. x