"sad"
A smile on her face
And longing in her eyes
A laugh on her lips
But no one hears her cries
A razor to her skin
The blood trickles down
At least for a second
She is happy now
A bottle of pills
A knock on the door
"Crash"
Yet another body falls to the floor
At least she doesn't have to worry
about being "sad" anymore
And longing in her eyes
A laugh on her lips
But no one hears her cries
A razor to her skin
The blood trickles down
At least for a second
She is happy now
A bottle of pills
A knock on the door
"Crash"
Yet another body falls to the floor
At least she doesn't have to worry
about being "sad" anymore
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