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Her deranged mind,
Holds her back,
as she holds the pills,
thinking to herself,
"Why is life so difficult,
why is love so hard to find,
why can't I be like the girls,
who are so cool, yet not so kind?"
She lifts the pills to her mouth,
tears streaming down her face,
slowly swallows her dose of asprin,
then drops her hand to look at her wrists,
lifts the knife up to her lips,
"I'll kiss this knife as my good-bye,
to the world I leave behind"
Slowly the knife goes down,
pierces the skin and blood streams out,
hours later her family came home,
the bottle of asprin,
was all they found.
Am I really that invisible?
Holds her back,
as she holds the pills,
thinking to herself,
"Why is life so difficult,
why is love so hard to find,
why can't I be like the girls,
who are so cool, yet not so kind?"
She lifts the pills to her mouth,
tears streaming down her face,
slowly swallows her dose of asprin,
then drops her hand to look at her wrists,
lifts the knife up to her lips,
"I'll kiss this knife as my good-bye,
to the world I leave behind"
Slowly the knife goes down,
pierces the skin and blood streams out,
hours later her family came home,
the bottle of asprin,
was all they found.
Am I really that invisible?