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She walks in the halls of school,
God how she looks like a fool.
She has not one friend,
Her life she wants to end.
Her heart is mending,
The pain she feels inside is never ending.
She wants to leave this world behind
The people around her are so unkind.
Everyday she comes home,
Left alone to roam.
She wants a mom, who doesn’t mope,
She just can’t find anyway to cope.
Except for one way,
That comes in handy day by day.
A razor, a knife,
Such simple tools to end one’s life.
How she wishes she had the courage to turn her life in,
To commit the ultimate sin.
Her life is a never ending cycle of madness,
Followed by such sadness.
Everyday she cries and wishes herself dead,
As she watches the blood poor out of her wrist, a pungent red.
As she lies on the floor,
In a helpless puddle of red by the door,
She thinks about her life,
And how she gave it to the knife.
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