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Death at Dawn


"I'm fine" she typed As the blood dripped down her wrist Cuz nobody cared enough to give her assist Never verbally asking,yet pleading for help This poor girl suffered with all the pain that she felt In a messed up home this girl was unloved She thought it was a punishment from up above So every night she layed alone and she sobbed "What did I do to deserve this," her limbs throbbed So to silence the pain this girl took her blade She sliced up her leg to admire what shed made This broken girls pillow was her only true friend So after months of considering she made plans to end She knew her idea would take away everything With the pain she endured she couldnt keep suffering This poor little girl was robbed of a childhood Had nothing to lose her life was no good So she stood in her basement and let the tears fall A rope in her hand as she stared at the wall Slowly she tied it with her hands shaking rapidly Maybe in another life she could have lived happily Hands on the rope, feet on the chair She utters her last words and suspends in the air "If theres a god watching over me today I'm doing this because I cannot live this way No one cares about me I have nothing to live for I'll give you one last chance to change my fate or-" The chair under her feet was not at all sturdy And left a girl hanging who was not half of thirty She didnt gasp for breath her arms didnt flail Her body just hung there. Lifeless and pale Yes she had suffered more than enough Its really not fair that her life was this tough And she died with the hope that she could live up above Praying for a heaven where she could be loved but Now what was once beautiful is gone A sad and silent death at dawn
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