The Breaking Point
She walks down the halls with her nose raised high
Looking down upon everyone she sees
With her very expensive jeans and her bleach blonde hair
Everyone thinks she’d be the perfect queen
We think we know all about her
But no one really knows the true side that she hides from
At home life is different with an alcoholic dad and a suicidal mom
She tries to hide from it- with the glitz and the glamour
But no one knows that she’s on the edge of breaking
Til’ one day she walked down a long gravel road
She found a tall bridge and decided to end it all
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