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Tears fall Staining paper Leaving imprints A shakey hand writes words Ranting at the insanity At itself Blood shot eyes searched the room Finnally resting upon the bottle Filled with small white capsules A chocked sob rang out A final named signed A pen falling to the floor with a snap Foot steps echoed through the room Stopping when the person sat Hands wrapped around a container Opening the cap quickly Pouring the medication into a palm Eyes blankly stared ahead The pills brought to a thin lined mouth Quickly swallowed down A thin object was taken out a pocket Glistening in the little light The inviting object pulled down on a pale wrist Pressure caused a line of blood to appear And an unnerving gasp Deep enough to cause damage The act repeated Upon the other wrist More times then once A few sharp breathes Then silence Lids closed A razor dropped A life lost Silence for an hour more Then an opening door A happy call Becoming more worried The voice stopped Letting out a cry Franticly pleading for help Words pouring out "My baby" "My child" "Why" The voice dropped on knees Head falling to the floor With no way to help
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Well, my poetry can be morbid or empowering so yeah…

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