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Her tears fall down her face,
And they look like rain.
Her blood flows freely from her body,
And she's starting to feel relieved of the pain.

The cause of this mess,
All the pain, all the sorrow-
It stems from life's everyday stress...
And because of it, she wishes there were no tomorrow.

Her parents are always *itching,
They say she does nothing right.
Her boyfriends eyes are always twitching,
Because he can no longer stand her sight.

Her grades are slipping,
She has lost her job.
Her friends say she's tripping,
All because of her parents and Rob.

So that's why last night,
She started to cry.
She took that knife, and held on tight,
She slit her wrists, and prayed that she would die.

She has shed her final tear,
And things no longer seem real.
Her last bit of breath and blood are near,
And her pain she can no longer feel.

©Sara Minnick, 2006