Suicide

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One, two, three
We see the bed
Four, five,six
The blades aren't thick
We see the stone out side
You must have tripped
The burses you made
From your fists and the wall
You say you deserve it
But none at all

It's starts off small
One at a time
Just clear your head
You've bled on the walls

Your white sheet is now spotted
With red all around
Some is new
But much is old

The rope in the corner
Hidden away
Just in case the time came

You say goodbye
It was final
No one noticed
Till the day came upon us
We thought you where better
Happy not sad
Glad to live
Not a moment to spend
Always so busy
You never said what

Your best friend regrets
not telling you cut
She know this would come
She felt the shame
You were gone forever
Not a word to be said

Everyone forgot her
Nobody cared
Her parents got over it
But don't you dare

You friend became suicidal
No more thoughts left to feel
She stopped eating
Cuz now she's in hell

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