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Suicide
A sad piano melody starts playing,the reason of suicide becomes the lyrics of her life,she did her best,but like always someone was there to knock that smile out her face,is this a sign god,should I cut my wrist once again,she thinks of it as she cries in her room all alone,someone please stop playing this sad melody I can't hear myself screaming for help,this been going on for a long period of time now,but yet tho no one has figure out,her smile covers the sadness she carries,and all that make up,helps hide the tears,is a lil hot out side,but she still is wearing the sweater her mother gave her before she pass away,it covers the scars on her wrist,Every day I fall deeper and deeper in to the sink hole of depression,to only cave myself with negativity and neglecting,The reasons of living become shovels,the tears turn to ropes,ropes that hang myself a steam into a not,my dreams I watch as they suicide them self's slowly,were did I go wrong,and why did I let this happen,questions in my mind,for the living are to blind,and the dead are wide awake.
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