Dear Mother.

Sitting in the sand, a sad lonely girl.
Contemplating suicide, she takes a breathe.
She's had er say, now she's lost her whole world.
Everyone left her, now she's ready for death.

Blood is thinner, than the water she will face.
Runs through her palms, like grains of sand.
It must be the pills she took, in this very place.
Pulled mother's knife from her back, now in her hand.

The sharp shoothing blade, tears through her skin.
Scarlett red blood, pouring from her wrist.
Greif and the sorrow, they finallly settle in.
All of her scars, no longer wanting to be kissed.

Surrendering in fear, feeling sick to her core.
She walks deep into the ocean, looks up at the sky.
Drowning in sadness, heartache and water, she cant take anymore.
Sinking deeper and deeper, she mumbles her final goodbye.
 

 

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