looking in the mirror , she clutched a knife in her hand, crying the tears
she never cried just because no one will understand

she holds her wrist out
and sinks the blades in deep
its good to feel her own pain
like all her troubles arnt making her weep

she slits her wrist again
the sink fills with blood
she turns on the water being afraid it would flood

she looks across the room
to find more pain
another tear falls and she punchs the mirror with her hand
she knows she will die now
and everyone wonders why and how
 
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