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In the dark
All alone
Knife in hand
No one else home
In this little corner
Feeling each tear
Hugging her bear from her boyfriend
Feeling death coming near
She wants to die
She wants life to end
SHe loves him so
But her heart isn't amend
With each thought
The cuts grow
She wouldn't have started
If she would of known
cutting is addictive....
She takes the pills
One by one
Three by three
At the end she wishes she took none
She takes the knife
And makes pretty little lines
On her wrist
Saying "life isn't mine"
After while
There are numerous "bracelets"
On her pretty little wrist
And deep cuts on her hips
She says to herself
As she cries her tears
"He must have lied"
I can see death still coming near
"Do you still think I am pretty,"
She thinks to herself
"With Mascara Tears
And Red Bracelets??"
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