Words unspoken stream down her face,
She longs for the touch of her favorite escape.

Searching for the slightest movement or sound,
She reaches for the blade with sharpness abound.

She wipes the tears and steadies her grip,
Her body tenses, careful not to slip.

As the blood runs down her arm, she closes her eyes,
Her body lays still, ready to die.

 
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