She lays alone
In the hospital bed.
Wishing she was
Already dead.
She sees the stains
From when her arm bled.
Now there's just
Simply thread.
Her legs look like
They have been shed
And there's blood
All over her head.
The heart monitor
starts to fled.
Now she really is dead.
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