Recently i've felt alone and on a downer and the only way i can express
my pain is through sad poems.

She holds the knife close to her wrist.
Today she’ll do it, today she is pissed.
The sharp point of the blade slices her flesh
Not that she cares now her blood flows fresh
the crimson delight drips to the floor
As the tears roll down she can’t take anymore
thicker and faster, the blood keeps impending
The pain from the blade it’s never-ending
Slowly but surely her body becomes cold
‘You’re pathetic and useless’ is what she’s been told
All her life she’s lived in pain.
Today is different; today it’s changed
for she won’t live within this nightmare.
For her suicide note said ‘I died because you weren’t there’

 
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