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thinking
she's thinking back to the days,
when she used the knife
to make her pain go away.
she tries not to think of the release it brang
the blade down her wrist was the sweet song it sang.
it helped her let go and realize its true,
that her and her love were offically through.
her fathers beatings made it worse,
she felt that she and her life were cursed.
she never made a wrong move,
because a beaton and a kick is what the bruises proved.
She kept it secret for a while,
until she broke down like a small child.
"i can't take it anymore" is what she screamed.
she closed her eyes wishing it were a dream.
she sat o her bed everynight and cried
she sat there wishing she could just die.
"whats the point, no ones cares"
"they won't notice im not there"
until the night when all the sorrow ened.
her broken heart couldn't be mended.
she got her wish, it came true.
it's liek she needed it, it's like she knew.
