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Aug 2014
Is the smile in place?
Have you put on your happy face?
Is your make up done?
Do your eyes glimmer in the sun?
Is every detail perfect down to the letter?
Honey, it will never get better..

She is drowning, but nobody can see.
She fakes a smile and you all leave her be.
You are making a mistake.
Can't you see, that smile is fake..
She jokes with you about if i could die....
You all laugh, but really, she wants to cry..

She does, every night, her pillow is filled with tears..
Each cut is linked to all her fears.
She wears long sleeves and sweaters, and you never thought to ask.
You never thought she was wearing a mask...?
Her eyes are telling her story..
She is fighting a battle and it will be gory..

Every night as she lay down to sleep..
She whispers to the stars, because her secret they will keep.
Don't cry, she whispers to herself, don't frown..
Don't show anyone how you are feeling down..
She doesn't eat, have you noticed how she pretends..?
Its to late to make amends..

She sits down and writes a letter, and this is what she said..
Dear Angel of Dead,
Please, come and rescue this angel of sorrow.
Because i don't think i can make it to tomorrow.
I have lived and loved, lost and been broken.
I have cried at all the words that will forever be unspoken.

Every night, this angels wings begin to fall..
I can hear them saying my name, help me answer their call.
I have tried to fly on my own, but my wings won't carry me.
I need to leave this world of darkness can't you see?
My mind is home to a demon, and he is breaking free of his cage.
Everyone told me this was just a stage..

So, this is it my dear angel of death, im hoping you save me..
Show me the horizon of the brighter day, one i can finally see.
This is it, this is goodbye..
Whoever reads this please don't cry..
As i lay in my final resting place, watch over me.
Make sure i get to the place im supposed to be..

She folded the letter, and wrote Anybody on the top.
No matter what was said, it wouldn't be enough to stop.
One slide across her wrist and the pain was fading, twice and nearly gone, three..
She thought, im almost there, finally free..
With one more, the blood was flowing faster than ever, she closed her eyes.
No one was around when she begged them with silent cries.

Smiling as the Angel of Death, had come to take her sorrow..
Maybe someone will come tomorrow.
She will be long gone, she is fading fast..
No one showed her how to let the past be the past.
She died smiling, knowing the pain was gone, nothing left to see..
Oh, did i mention, that girl is me..
Suicide is serious, and i have lived through it, seen it, and tried it.. If you need anyone, i will be someone you can trust..
Babygirl
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Babygirl  22/F/Saint Cloud
(22/F/Saint Cloud)   
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   Harley Hucof
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