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by Tiffany Vorce Mar 26, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
She was always alone no one to care, She hated life it just was not fair. So one night she decided to end it all, She finally took the last step and made the final call. Black ribbon with blood stained on the lining, Her body does not move, but the blood is shining. She lay still on the ground with the agonizing sight, That bloody dead girl had committed suicide last night. Her eyes are open but her heart does not beat, She is dead and cold, no more body heat. She cut her wrists but no one could understand why, Her heart was broken; she had every reason to die.