Her Death Vow
She lay sprawled across the floor
With a knife in her hand and her wrist cut to the core.
No one ever heard her scream
Yet everyone told her it was all in her head and just a bad dream.
The signs were always there,
She just needed one person to really care.
But while she gasped for air,
Her loved ones cared more about things elsewhere.
She is completely gone now,
With that knife she took her own death vow.
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