The Night
Laying in bed all alone,
nothing but her own thoughts
she thinks about what she always does.
Life and why shes still here.
Her family says shes a spark,
capable of anything and nothing.
They say it will be alright.
They say to give it time,
She says times up.
She cant take the unending pain any longer.
One pill, two pills, three, Four pills,
She hits the floor.
A cut here a cut there.
It was the cat! she demands
She silent screams for help go unheard
when her mother finds her on the floor.
She's finally heard.
Its to late it was all my fault
im done........
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