When the pain penetrates her soul
She grabs a knife and locks the door
She rolls her sleeves, and pain escapes
from the cuts she deeply makes
She always wants to make one more
And lets her blood to wet the floor
Her tears fall all night in her blood
Stone hearted people ruined her world
But soon she will become insane
And she will want to end the pain
A cut too deep, and she will be gone
from the world that left her alone.
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When She Died
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