Spirit

She sits there alone
In her dark, empty room
Looking for a answer
To end all this doom

She looks in her hand
At the blade pointing down
She knows she must do it
Her heart starts to pound

She pulls the blade
Across her wrist
She want to do this
She cant resist

The blood trickles down
And on to the floor
She cant stop now
She does it some more

It's all over now
Her pain is all gone
But to those who cared
Her spirit lives on

BY BETH.....tamaras friend lol

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