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Water trickles on her wrists
Wiping away the blood 
Wiping away the pain caused by so many others
The voices in her head are screaming for her to kill herself 
Telling her to forget about the small amount of hope she still holds on to 
For that hope is the only thing keeping her alive
She feels as if everyone around her don’t see her 
They see her as broken, something that can’t be fixed
But everything can be fixed it may not be perfect
But it still holds value
In this case the value of a person’s life
Someone who didn’t deserve the way she was made to feel 
She had people tell her ‘I hope you die in your sleep’
Or people saying she was better off in a coffin
These words she started to believe so after so many years of hoping she gave up 
She gave in to the voices in her head
That night she went in to her father’s study and took out his handgun 
She held it to her head and with tears streaming down her face she pulled the trigger
Her parents woke in a fright and ran to the study 
To find her limp, cold body lying on the floor, hoping that what they saw wasn’t real 
That there baby girl wasn’t gone
They blamed themselves for not seeing how much pain she was in 
For not noticing her when it mattered.

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