Suicide
Her wrists bleeding, screaming for help.
Her eyes filling with tears. she keeps whispering "I'm so sorry"
Even though nobody care.
She goes for the bottle by her bed.
But sadly it's empty.
She lies in the floor with a broken heart.
She's tired of this life.
She just wants to die.
She rushes to the dresser.
She opens the top drawer and pulls out a gun.
She puts it to her temple.
She whispers goodbye and pulls the trigger.
She's gone forever.
As her blood spills over the ground.
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