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In the dark
She sits alone
A blade to her wrist
Her sorrow unknown

Her tears spill
They fall like rain
Why is she still alone?
Who is to blame?

Is she ugly?
Is she dumb?
Why did this happen?
What could she have done?

Would he miss her
If she died
Would he care
If she cried?

Just for him
A million tears pour
She really did love him
To her very core

For the very last time
Her wrist hits the blade
All her tears and her anger
Soon will all fade