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She wanted to be understood
Not hiding forever under her hood
Freshly slashed arms created a flood
Wishing she was gone for good

But no-one knew how to stop her pain
Or how to make her a happy girl again
So she sat and cried in the pouring rain
There was so much to lose, so little to gain

Feeling everyone she'd ever met had just lied
She couldn't trust or love, no matter how hard she tried
Nobody held her when she screamed and cried
The girl she used to be eventually died

Her future was uncertain, she couldn't look ahead
Crying quietly every night, laid on her bed
Holding the blade she watched the blood being shed
But this time she went just too far... she's DEAD