One cut, Two cuts
Three cuts, Four;
Always deperate
For just one more.
Five pills, Six pills
Seven, Now eight;
Some meant for sleep,
Some to lose weight.
One eye closes
the other to follow,
Hoping this time it'll work,
as her breathing becomes hollow.
She drops to the floor,
as her hands uncurl.
Welcome to the life
of a Suicidal Girl.
ForeverBFF · 1 decade ago
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awwww...