Sad child
Sitting alone
Never to be seen

Always reviled
It’s set in stone
She was a solitary fifteen

She stayed at home
Watched them play
Always by herself

She sat unknown
Until one day
She found upon her shelf

A knife, a blade
A relief from her stress
A place to find salvation

A silent aid
And with success
A soundless laceration

There she lay
Engraved and soundless
A razor upon her wrist

To my dismay
I could never have guessed
Her life would come to this…

 
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