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It’s The End

Life and death are interchangeable
She digs her nails in

Rakes them down her arm

This is her favorite part-

The pain of doing self-harm.

She scores her wrists

Using a knife

She just wanted the hurt

She didn’t want to end her life.

She tried so hard

So hard to understand

But then she had dreams

Nightmares of being damned

She had to ask

She needed to know

Why she did it

As she watched her blood flow.

Her wrists are torn

The crimson drips

Her spirit fades

As away her life slips.

No matter what they want

Or how hard they try

They’ll never understand

As she slowly dies...
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Published: 11/28/2008
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