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A SiLENT TEAR
A SiLENT TEAR FELL FROM HER CHEEK TO THE FLOOR
SHE HAS SWORE SHE WOULDNT DO THiS ANYMORE
BLOOD POURiNG FROM HER WRiSTS
AS SHE HOLDS THE RAZOR iN HER HANDS LOOKiNG AT THE SLiTS
SHE HASNT FiT iN TO ANY SCHOOL
SHE CHOOSES THE RAZOR AS HER TALKiNG TOOL
NOBODY WiLL TAKE TiME TO LiSTEN
SHE LOOKS iN THE MiRROR AS HER EYES GLiCiN
ALL RED FROM CRYiNG AND TEARS
SHE HAS BEEN DOiNG THiS FOR OVER FOUR YEARS
BUT NOBODY TAKES THE TiME TO STOP AND HELP
NOW SOBBiNG LiKE A PUPPY LETTiNG OUT WELPS
SHES THiNKiNG NEXT TiME WHAT WiLL SHE DO
FOR NONE OF THiS iS EVER SO NEW
