To be her
They tell her she isn't as alone as she thinks
But they never lived everyday alone as her
Unable to form real relationships with people
Because of her fear of rejection
With only her thoughts to tempt her
Telling her to end life, cut her wrist,
And take a bottle of pills,
And so mad at herself that she failed too
The first time even though she took two,
Because now they are always watching her
She just wants to escape reality
But nothing she does works
She just doesn't want to live anymore
They don't know what it's like to be her
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