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Once again a poem of suicide.. The end may be confusing for some.. but think about it.. |
| She has done it again. She's gone against her vow. But she doesn't care 'Cause nothing matters now. The lonliness was threatening For no one knew her pain, Nor anything about the cuts That lie upon her veins. The lies began to get to her, The insults made her cry, She'd had enough and once again Wanted desperately to die. She picked up the scissors, And spread the blades apart. As her heart beat faster She knew this wasn't smart. But she put the blade to her skin And with tight eyes, pushed down, Dragged the blade across her wrist, And let the blood soak her gown. She now looks down at the blood But all she sees is white. Once again her gown is clean And her figure shines with light. She walks through the long tunnel Her head forever facing down, Tears pour gently down her cheeks But nothing matters now. |