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Nov 2011
There was once hope
And I knew how to cope
But my mother ran away to elope
And I started to depend on dope
As I tried to hang myself with rope

The darkness won
I forgot how to have fun
I wanted my life to be done
I learned what it's like to be shunned
And the pain weighed me down as if it was 1,000 tons

So I started seeing a therapist named Lee
But eventually she had too high of a fee
And I was alone with the monsters inside of me
They kept biting and cutting, They never let me be
And all the scars, No one would ever see

As the pain remained, I grew old
I never could fit in a happy, smiling mold
And it was my suicide note that I decided to fold
And all my treasures have been sold
Suicide took me, My heart died cold.
Caroline Patterson
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