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Dec 2016
Suicide plays on my mind,
So many opportunities.
In the bath, when the blade is only a few inches away.
Or at night when everyone’s asleep and the pills just sit on the shelf.

So many opportunities.
Tears fall but you don’t care
I’m just a little girl, i shouldn’t feel this pain.
The screaming and the fighting.

Tears fall, but you don’t care
Im just another broken girl.
I hate the words that you scream.
But I’m just another sad teen.

I’m just another broken girl.
I swallowed the pills.
They see me lay lifeless in the coffin.
You don’t care, you never did. So don’t greeve over my dealth.

I swallowed the pills.
It’s been two years.
You see I had died in vein.
No one remembers the sad teen who took her life away.

Suicide plays on my mind.
Breanna Ables
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