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Mar 2014
Do you see what you've done?
You've taken my sun
My world once so bright
But now lacking all light

All because of you
Do you see what you do?
My heart is now breaking
My whole world is shaking
All because
My soul you are taking

Surrounded by strife
So I go get a knife
And try to end my life.
I try and I try
To just end it all
I don't know why
You simply let me fall

You promised to catch me
When I came crashing down
But all you wanted to see
Was my face wearing a frown

With a burning passion,
I hate my life
So as time passes
I go and get that knife

My hand is shaking
My skin is breaking
My life I am taking

I take that sharp silver
To my pale arm
I draw it in nearer
And commit my self-harm

The red rushes down
The shade of lips on a clown

I wish you were mine
And I wish I was yours
But how could you love a girl
Who is covered with sores?
Erica Lynn Harwood
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Erica Lynn Harwood  Chelsea, Michigan
(Chelsea, Michigan)   
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