Addictions unwanted
Just free from this hell
All of this time
In my own little cell

I created my own
My own little world
Where I sit and I cry
This poor little girl

Is she happy?
Is she proud of who she is?
With all of these scars
And war stories of hell to give

She wants a new place
Away from this hell
All of this horrid world
She brought on herself

She is a failure
With nothing to gain
Selfish suicidal thoughts
Are the thoughts she does live

Will she ever make it
To see the light?
Will see make it
Through tonight?

Does she want to?
Why even care?
Theres nothing to give
She’s barely there

So she brought her own gun
To the top of her head
And slowly pulled the trigger
Just wanting to be dead

All the pain that she had suffered
All bottled up inside
She finally let it lose
With nothing else to hide

Now she will be happy
Finally she is free
She has no more war stories
She is who she wants to be

 
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