every day alone in her life
her best friend is a self-mutalating knife
she stays home bleeding to death,
with every cut, colder becomes her breath
no one is there to wipe away her tears,
no one is there, that is her fear,
inside shes numb, no feeling, no pain
she is just there, in the dark, going insane
her guilt ate away at her,
till she was just a shell of what she used to be
the bags under her eyes allow you to see in,
every reason why she is guilt-ridden
she hates the world, but loves darkness
she has disappeared into the wilderness
as her heart fades away she sees her chance.
she grabs a rope climbs a tree, hesitates and takes a glance,
one glance to many, as she is stabbbed.
she feels nothing, the pain is her friend,
as she lays on the ground, bleeding, hoping for a hand,
she loses it all. and runs for the end
a week goes by and she is found by the dogs, and just left there to rot,
because she was right, no one sheds a tear,
she was dear to some, dead to most,
and now walking,
i cant stop seeing your ghost.
 
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