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Her Blood

She sits in her room. Thinking she has no purpose in the world. She has no one to hold. Her mom drinks. Her dad died. Her friends ditched her. Her mom hits her. She its on her bed. Wishing she was dead. As she takes out the blade. And puts it on her wrist. She starts cutting deep into her flesh. Her blood. Comes out of her skin. Shes in pain. But, won't cry out. She locks her door. As she cuts more. Her blood is now on the pillow. She keeps cutting. Instead of wondering. What she could do with her life. As they bury her body in the cemetary. Next to her dad. Her blood still drips.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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