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by Holly Emma Oct 18, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
She sits alone in her room Tears flowing down her cheeks She doesn't know what to do She's confused She holds the razor to her wrist Soon she will be in the dark abyss The though running in her mind, she won't be missed Who is going to care No one will miss her She cries into the night She just lost the fight She hates herself And the things she has done Her parents does not care So sad to see herself in the mirror Her beautiful hazel eyes has turned into stone She falls to the floor She is not here anymore.