A locked door, a rusty razor, a towel stained with red.
A folded note, a broken mirror, and a young girl lays there dead.
Their emotions tangle, the room begins to swirl, she was mommy's perfect angel and daddy's little girl.
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Suicide Survival Quotes/Poems
RandomThis is to the people that are up at 3am crying the tears they wish others would see. This is for the people that hurt so much that they are willing to take a knife/blade to there skin. This is to the people that just want to be wanted, To the peopl...