As she lays awake
she cries,
wondering what else
they can take;
She lays in her bed
just wishing
and wondering what
it would be like if she were dead;
Sitting in the darkness
razorblade in hand,
blood running down her arm
she slowly wastes into nothingness;
She wishes she could
just sleep,
and never awaken
she thinks that would be good;
As she lays awake
she cries,
wondering what else
they can take
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