Her Misery
As she lies in the dark
With the razor she makes a mark
The thoughts rushing back to her make her feel worse
She feels so disgusting she feels so bad
It is like everytime she is home she has
to be sad
Nobody knows all her signs
If her family and friends really loved
her how can they be so blind
As she lies on her bedroom floor
Her father which she fears opens her door
He opens his pants and has alot of fun
She prays that soon he will be done
She takes the razor
She feels no better
So she takes the pills but it makes
no sense in writing a letter
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