Alone in her room,
Didn't bother get the mop and broom,
She didn't see the point,
When they got back it'd be too late,
By the time they opened that gate,
She'd be gone,
She had started painting her skin,
Her poor mother when she sees her kin,
Laying on the floor,
Because she couldn't take anymore,
Grabs the bottles from her cold hands,
Looking at the broken skin under all the bands,
Tears stream down her face into her porcelain daughter,
Who finally broke after all the unjustified slaughter,
Unfair and unruly,
It was pointless to them truly,
But her soul couldn't take it anymore,
She finally gave up.
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Depressing Shit
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