she sits in the dark
on the floor in her room,
thinking about all the things they said,
they say she dont matter,
and she knows they dont care,
they wouldnt even notice if she wasnt there.
nothings holding her back,
nothings stopping her now,
shes going to be free,
some way some how,
no one will miss her,
no one will cry,
she dosent even have to worry about saying goodbye.
she picks up the knife,
and with a smile on her face,
she knows her problems will soon be eraced.
the smile stayed as she slowly died,
to forever remind us,
of her sweet suicide.
 
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