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Sep 2014
She is crying, alone in her room.
She is the cause of her own certain doom.
She cuts her wrists, and takes pills.
She watches how gracefully the blood spills.
Yet, she is still here..
Her worst fear..

She can't do anything right, she can't even die..
Thats all she wants, she just can't cry..
Stuck in a world in which she is purely alone.
No one to call, not that they would pick up the phone.
She is so tired, the pain to much to handle.
She is alone in the dark with a single candle.

The flame is starting to dim, yet no one notices her eyes.
They never hear her endless cries.
She is dying right in front of them, but they can't see.
She just wants to scream, "Look at me!"
But they don't notice, its like drowning just beneath the surface.
That's all they see, a facade, a hardened surface.

There is one last chance, she pleads, someone, save me.
Someone, please just look and see.
They all say it will be alright, it gets better, just hold on.
But what they can't see, she is already gone.
The tears are endless, they make no noise as they slide down her cheek.
She wipes them away so no one will question; make her speak.

She hides it all away.
Because if you knew, you wouldn't stay.
She cries for her mom, a mom who will never love her, never be there.
She just wants her mom to care.
As the tears hit the page, she writes her final lines.
Her mind a series of land mines.

Goodbye to the one she loves.
Goodbye to the peace of a white dove.
Goodbye to the mother who was there.
She knows, she knows this isn't fair.
Goodbye to the people who stood by her side.
Please, it's okay if you haven't cried.

That's it, that's all.
No one left to call.
Nothing more to say.
As she lay in a pool of blood, life fading away.
Im sorry, but she, she is a girl i know very well.
She is me, can't you tell..?
Babygirl
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Babygirl  22/F/Saint Cloud
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