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She's Fine


She can't contain the aching pain

A silver blade, she's always afraid

She frees the poison from her veins

Her blurry vision starts to fade

 

Three blocks away his strength decays

The bullet is in, the chamber spins

The trigger waits through his delay

The metal is pushed against his skin

 

The rooftop is her final stop

She can't be strong, she doesn't belong

It seems to weightless just to drop

The edge calls out like a Siren Song

 

Her parents say that she's okay

She overreacts, needs to relax

Her parents tell her it's a phase

But she's slipper deeper through the cracks

 

They always claim that he's to blame

No causation, justification

He doubts himself and knows the shame

Feelings left without validation

 

And so she hides the pain inside

Once in a while, gives a practiced smile

Not admitting her heart has died

While her parents are in denial

 

It's too late and too much weight

And she cuts too far, too deep to scar

Too loose trigger brings an early fate

On the ledge above she slips too far

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emilyevasic
<p>A teacher of mine said to write something based on the term "Inconvenient Truth."</p>

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