PAiiN TOOK HER.

Ii SiiT iiN THE CORNER AT THE END OF THE HALL
ii SiiT AND ii WONDER ABOUT NOTHiiNG AT ALL
ii LOOK iiN THE MiiRROR AND WHAT DO ii SEE
JUST A SAD LiiTTLE GiiRL WHO'S LOOKiiNG UP AT ME
ii ASK MYSELF WHY
AS SHE BEGiiNS TO CRY
iiT SEEMS TO ME SHE JUST WANTS TO DiiE
THE CUTS ON HER WRiiST
THE BOTTLE iiN HER HAND
ii TRY TO REACH OUT
TRY TO TAKE HER HAND
TO SAVE HER FROM THiiS PAiiN
FROM THiiS HURT, AND THiiS VAiiN
AS ii TRY TO TAKE HER HAND
WiiTH A TEAR iiN HER EYE
SHE TURNS AWAY
THAT VERY SAME DAY
ON HER BEDROOM FLOOR SHE LAY
SHE TOOK HERSELF
iiN SUCH A HARSH WAY
ON THAT VERY FATEFUL DAY

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ii FOUND THiiS POEM AMONG A STACK OF PAPERS THE OTHER DAY. ii WROTE THiiS MAYBE, ONE OR ONE AND A HALF YEARS AGO. YOU FiiND COOL THiiNGS WHEN YOU GO iiNTO CLEANiiNG MODE.