As she sits in her room
staring at the wall
wondering if shes worthy
of life at all

As she clenches the blade
in her left fist
moving towards her wrist
saying to herself 'i need to do this'

As she cries out her pain
moving the blade from her wrist to her neck
trembling with worry
she knows this is best

As she slides the blade down
making sure to cut deep
the cries come to a hault
as her blood seeps

As she lies there struggling
her breathing becomes heavy
she knew when she started
she was dying already

As everything stops
and the clock stops ticking
pain was her pleasure
she was never worth living



 
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