Once so bubble now so dark,the poor girl left like she has no heart...
taking a step forward then another one back making sure she didn't slack...
putting the pieces together then making them another mess knowing this and nothing less...
she was left once again with a lot in her head for she thinks she is on deaths bed...
can not sleep not even breath so she got down on both of her knees...
started whispering words no one could hear, trying to let out some of her fear...
killing herself on the inside, causing her only to hide...
she tried to run away but was in the same damn place,with her self to face...
looking in the shattered glass,remembering her past...
she slowly bent down,memorized but why she had found...
something that could take away all her fears that have built up over the years..
the knife,something that could take away her pain,as she cut down her vain...
the knife,something that could make her forget that she was ever hit...
the knife,something that would stop her life and it was the knife!
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