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Harsh words whispered,
Never meant to reach her ears.
They stare at her with disgust,
Just because she's different.
But they are just spectators,
Looking in on his troubled life.
Figuring he's just fine,
They watch from behind glass.
Never feeling her true emotions,
Never hearing her painful cries.
They laugh as she falls, down life's stone stairs.
she's at the bottom now.
Barley living she just takes it,
Each day another war.
When will her pain stop?
Or will it drive her to her death?
Depression's her best friend,
It holds her hand as she falls.
she's trapped within a spiral of pain.
Bleeding to escape reality.
To let death take her soul,
Far away from this world she hates.
To end it is her decision, suicide her fate,
And never again will i feel anything.