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Death; With A Note
She walks
Into her room
Locks the door
She's sick
Of all the drama
In her life
She finds
Her old friend
And starts to cut
Deeper and deeper
Into her arm
She goes to the basement
Opens it up
To find a rope
She grabs it
And a chair
She goes to her bedroom
Gets out her notebook
Writing
Her final words
She wants to say
She folds it up
Holds it close
To her heart
She gets on the chair
And lays the rope
Around her neck
A tear rolls down
As she steps forward
Her feet hanging
In the air
She was a broken angel
Who left the world
Into her room
Locks the door
She's sick
Of all the drama
In her life
She finds
Her old friend
And starts to cut
Deeper and deeper
Into her arm
She goes to the basement
Opens it up
To find a rope
She grabs it
And a chair
She goes to her bedroom
Gets out her notebook
Writing
Her final words
She wants to say
She folds it up
Holds it close
To her heart
She gets on the chair
And lays the rope
Around her neck
A tear rolls down
As she steps forward
Her feet hanging
In the air
She was a broken angel
Who left the world
Published 26th May 2012
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28th May 2012 4:16am
It is sad that one does these things, but I sapose they feel it is the only way. Though they shant realize all the friends they betray.
30th May 2012 9:34pm
Exactly.. I wrote this a while back. I was really depressed and was actually really was thinking about doing this. But one of my friends helped me through
