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She sits in her room in quiet and peace,
As the noise downstairs begins to decease.
She looks out the window and sees they are leaving,
when they find her later, she doubts they'll be grieving.
She listens again and hears "Just a sec!",
Then proceeds to tie the rope around her neck.
She throws the rock up over the door, the slowly lifts her feet up from the floor.
The blood begins to hit the ground,
then moments later she is found.
Her cold dead body hits the floor,
Her sister screams and the rest come running through the door.
Her family was perfect and she was not,
So about her, they often forgot.
The loneliness in her just kept building up,
So then finally she just gave up.
Every night she cried to herself in bed,
If they just loved her, she wouldn't be dead.