| I held the knife so close to my heart. Like a foolish child I sat and I cried, Didn't realize what I had done, what I had tried. Tears mixed with blood, falling slowly to the ground. Covered in drops of blood, pulled myself up, in tears scribed: "To those who don't care, to those who can't see, Never Give up always thrive to be free. "Didn't know how many people would later cry. "Tried to be free, yet I see this isn't the way." Friend at the door, ran as fast as she could. Too weak to say I'm sorry, otherwise I would. In tears, looked at the blue sad day. When you come and see these drops of blood and me, This isn't the way my life was meant to be. |
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