She sits there crying
wishing she was dieing
for life is so hard
her souls in shards
she doesnt know what to do
or who to even look to
shes frightened inside
tired of needing to hide
so she picks up the knife
hoping to end her stife
she feels unalive
her life made of lies
slitting her wrist
clenching her fist
and shes crying
she knows shes dieing
yet she lives somehow
she stops her fowl
but she knows shes not done
her battle isnt won
she knows soon
shell sit in her room
pick up that knife
and forever end her life
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