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She thought she was dead
alone, as she bled
the razor still in hand
what seemed a good plan.
Waking in a room
it must've been cleaned soon
the smell of bleach burns her eyes
atleast thats her excuse for why she cries.
They say she needs sedation
but she was trying to escape the medication
another dose it seems
its like she's living the same dream.
It's like they'll never understand
even with the razor still in hand
she would rather lay down and die
than to entertain getting high.
So she rips out the stitches
leaves a note with a laugh: "this will teach you bitches"
she runs to lock the door
as blood begins flowing to the floor.
Abreast with her disease
seems death the only way to stay clean.