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She closed her eyes and made a fist

And pressed the knife against her wrist

And winced and growled in twisted pain

As blood drained through an open vein

Hysterically eliciting rueful laughter

As her lovely face and clothes were splattered

And amid this scene of tragedy and gore

She said she didn't want to live anymore

Collapsing unconscious with her life receding

Deaf to the loud knocking and pleading

They'd found a note and started reading

Now they were rushing to stem and bleeding

Someone cried "don't die don't die"

Violently shook her 'til she opened an eye

They wrapped her wounded wrist in gauze

She was weakened by a severe blood loss

But who will cure the emptiness of her soul

Replace the blood but there's still a hole

She thinks herself worth less than rubbish

Focusing her thoughts on who she can punish

How to be morbid and darkly clever

Seen all her friendships wounded and severed

Made herself pretty with polish and gloss

Dies inside though no one saw the loss

Please let her frozen heart be thawed

She's known neon beauty but never known God