She reaches for the piece of glass,
kept hidden, so no one will know;
That she releases the sorrow within,
by watching her Crimson Blood flow.
She places the glass against her wrist,
as she softly begins to cry;
She presses down as hard as she can,
while her past replays in her mind.
“You’re a worthless, Human Being,
a Failure, Ugly and Dumb”;
Thus she slices through to her Artery's,
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