She turns on the music, and lays in bed.
Thoughts quickly fill her head.
Why did she do it?
How could it be?
So she take a knife, and lays it right on her wrist.
She pushes harder.
Wishing she wasn't so pissed.
The blood was everywhere,
So, she went to take a shower.
She tried scrubbing her skin,
the pressure finally settled in.
Scratching away.
Untill she'd be no more.
When she looked into the mirror,
she couldn't see clearer.
What she always needed was for somebody to love,
Somebody to be there for her.
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