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Jul 2016 · 1.0k
Too late to apologize
Azalea Jul 2016
They tortured her every day of her life
They destroyed her self-esteem
They took away her joy
They never let her to be happy
They destroyed everything that was good in her life
They went and took it all away
One day they watched her cry alone for hours
That day things seemed to change
They wanted to make things right this time  
They went to her house and found a razor and a note
It was too late to apologize
Jul 2016 · 591
The Victim
Azalea Jul 2016
She looks at herself in the mirror
A tear drops from her face
She fixes her silver earring
As her heart begins to race
She lies down on her bed
In her diamond studded dress
She looks up at her ceiling
So many thoughts race through her head
As the bottle falls out of her hand
And her eyes begin to shut
She thinks about all the times
They laughed as she would cut
As her heart begins to stop
And she lets out her last breathe
She whispers to herself
Will they still be laughing after my death?

— The End —