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Dec 2014
Slit your wrists

And take those pills

Down that bleach

Until you lie still

Kick the stool

And hang from the tree

Jump into traffic

Will you do that for me?

You say we don’t care

You say we don’t see

That we wouldn’t miss you

Well you just wait and see.

They’ll box up your room,

Cry every time they pass.

Your friends all have depression,

Your teacher won’t teach class.

Your bully’s now a cutter,

Your grandma passed away.

Her heart just couldn’t take it,

Knowing it was you she couldn’t save.
Sarah M Gillihan
Written by
Sarah M Gillihan  Fort Worth
(Fort Worth)   
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