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I sit on the floor

Tears drip from my face

I take my time

I move at my own pace

Pills in one hand

Ready to swallow

Inside my shell

I am hollow

I need to do it

And need to do it fast

Before someone catches me

And stops me from my last

My days on earth

Have been nothing but pain

If I kill myself

What will I gain?

Nothing at all

Is all I can think

I stand up

Before I throw the pills at the sink

Then he comes in

And looks me in the eye

He held me, he told me

Not to cry

I wanted to do it

Believe me I did

But he asked me,

"How could you have been so stupid?"

From that time

That he pleaded

I could tell

I was wanted and needed.

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