She cries in the softest of tones
In the darkness of her home
Pleading for the pain to stop
All rationality silently dropped

Crawling further inside; broken
As others not even take notice
She’s alone in this world of life
Wishing upon a star from the afterlife

On the razor she rides
Just one more thing to hide
She hasn’t a reason as to why
Sometimes she just wants to die

Life before her, she proceeds
Needing her habit to feed
A life of hers; so hard to conceive
She knows she’s alive once she cuts to
BLEED

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