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TRIGGER- Mentions behavior.
She walks into her bedroom once again,
A familiar yet, haunting place.
She curls up in her bed, lays down her head,
Looks of pain and suffering on her face.
She drops to her knees
Tears flow down her soft cheeks
She just can't seem to find peace
As days turn into weeks.
She holds her breath
As she cuts her flesh
Will this horrible pain lead to her death,
Her life is a mess.
Blood drops to the floor
Life is too tough
She's gotta have more
It isn't enough.
She makes her last mark
Cleans up the mess
Crawls into the dark
She feels less and less
Her arms tell her life story
In crimson letters
But the pen she uses to write that story
Could be just what kills her.
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Copyright 2005
Please don't steal my poem.
She walks into her bedroom once again,
A familiar yet, haunting place.
She curls up in her bed, lays down her head,
Looks of pain and suffering on her face.
She drops to her knees
Tears flow down her soft cheeks
She just can't seem to find peace
As days turn into weeks.
She holds her breath
As she cuts her flesh
Will this horrible pain lead to her death,
Her life is a mess.
Blood drops to the floor
Life is too tough
She's gotta have more
It isn't enough.
She makes her last mark
Cleans up the mess
Crawls into the dark
She feels less and less
Her arms tell her life story
In crimson letters
But the pen she uses to write that story
Could be just what kills her.
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Copyright 2005
Please don't steal my poem.
