Sweet Dreams

Sliding a blade across her skin to quite the voices

warm redness slips from the throbing cut.

sweet dreams tonight as she bleeds for the last time.

The girl in the hall with the half smile upon her face

that no one saw, no one cared to ask if she's okay.

As the blade splashes to the ground her voice is gone.

 

 

 

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