No more

by Last Dead Leaf   Nov 26, 2006


No more is what she could take
she sits in the dark room and cries
her wrists dripping with blood
she wonders about how it all could end
no body cares
she tries to do good but no one gives her the time of day
one day her parents went looking
they found her
she is dead
she killed herself
she couldn't take the pain
couldn't take the crying every night
couldn't take the fact that no one cared
she was miserable
her misery drove her to thinking it was the only way out
she killed herself
no more pain
no more guilt
no more her
no more life

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