when you look in <br />her eyes and can't <br />find the end <br /> <br />her face white, like <br />rain when she cries. <br />she's calling for something <br />but noone knows <br /> <br />she's a lost soul <br />roaming. when she ends <br />she'll break into <br />a million little pieces.<br /><br />uder pressure<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-girl-5/
