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Publishing Poems [2008] Hands on the trigger
Press down the blade
Swallow down the bottle
To erase all the mistakes she has made
Though it would take an army to erase all she has done
Take back all the words said,
Sickened by what she has become
She does not expect anything
No, nothing at all
Not a form of friendship
She has grown accustom to the darkness,
the loneliness
Waiting for her final curtain call
She will take her final bow
As the audiance continues to applaud
Such a show she put on for so long
They all saw the smiles,
The cover over reality
The so called 'pretty girl'
Destructing herself and any of her beauty
There is no use now,
Let the girl cry
She will wake up tomorrow
Still wondering why
She stays here for love
That is the only reason she has not said goodbye
