Cut my wrist,
Make it bleed.
Doing this,
My stress is freed.

Nothing left,
Not a trace.
Memories,
I can't erase.

I cry at night,
No one comes,
They leave me here,
With the Dark Ones.

They make me stressed,
They make me lie.
Its because of them,
I wish to die.

So I sit here
On the floor,
As they yell
And call me a whore,

The knife runs
Across my skin,
Making me forget,
My dirty sin.

But there's a problem,
The blood just keeps coming,
What am I going to do?
My heart beat's drumming.

I lose the feeling,
In my body,
All I can hear is
"You've been naughty"

I yell, "Shut Up,
GO AWAY"
Then they say,
"NO! We're here to stay.

You've been bad,
You know you have,
You filthy girl,
CUT YOUR ARM! CUT IT IN HALVE"

My mind is racing,
I've cut too deep,
In my clothes,
My blood will seep.

"I love you mom,
I love you dad,
I'm sorry I didn't tell you,
How I've been bad.

I was raped,
By a boy in school,
He was popular,
He was "cool".

He is a Dark One,
That haunts my mind,
I should have seen it coming,
I was so blind.

My life was hell
So my wrist I slit,
I'm so sorry,
That I couldnt deal with it.

But don't be sad,
I'll watch you from above
And sometimes I'll visit you,
In the form of a dove."

Those were the last words that I spoke,
Before I went limp and cold,
When my parents found out,
They were frightened but tried to stay bold.

The next morning, on the windowsill,
Stands a white dove,
The mother holds it,
And gives it her love.

She looks in its eyes,
And sees that they're blue,
Her eyes water and she stands crying,
"Its my little girl...I know it is you"

She took the dove to the father,
On the wing there was just one flaw,
They couldnt believe,
What they saw.

It is something real small
Its a scar from A knife.
"I understand now" said the mother.
"My little girl took her life".

They gave the dove their affection,
And the dove returned every day,
It was all now very clear
Now everything was understood, and it was all okay.
 
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