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the night before her sweet 16,

shes more depressed then shes ever been,

moms yelling everythings her fault,

as she sits there and crys,

black tears pouring from her eyes,

shes having bloody thoughts inside,

sweet 16 was supposed to be great,

but she goes to her room,

and decides not to live till her special day,

a knife she pulls,

from below her pillow,

slits her wrists,

and dies alone in noones grasp,

her mother walks in her room the next moring,

pulls off her covers and finds her corpes,

blood covers the sheets,

leaked through right through the floor,

sweet 16, shes dead today,

as friends and family parade around her coffin,

with flowers and tears,

they shut the lid,

throw on the dirt,

her grave stone says,

"sweet 16.. she didnt make"