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So many tragedies in her life
It would be over if she had a knife
People dying, babies crying
Wishes she could stop the fighting
Sliver blade piercing her skin
A long line of blood flowing within
A girl unseen by a father so mean
A thin line of crimson,a cut so clean
No one is home, shes all alone
Still as a stone shes freezing cold
She writes a note, her last goodbye
Finally ends the pain inside
The only solution is suicide
Or so it seems, no one cares
She needs to talk but noones there
She pulls back her hair
And takes out a knife
Finally ready to end her life
She opens a bottle filled with pills
Just in case the knife doenst kill
So there she lays quiet and still
A lonely heart filled with guilt
All she needed was a little love
But now shes free, Free as a dove
Living in the sky above