She sits alone, with her stuff by her side, the only thing that's been by her side her whole life - her only friend was a knife that she used when she was either sad or mad.
The only thing was a knife, always alone with a knife.
The last thing that was heard about her was she stabbed herself in her sad lonely heart.
No longer was she in harm but living her dead dreams with her friend... The knife.- Shaina Velazquez
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Poems of Life && Shit
PoetryLife's difficult... We all know that. We've all been downhill before well I had to put it into words.