At 4 am she lays in bed,
Listening to her favorite band,
Thinking of all the things she's dong wrong.
At 4 am she thinks of all those who left,
She blames herself for them leaving,
Suddenly she starts crying,
She finally lets it all out.
She's not as strong as she once was.
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Suicide Poetry/Quotes/Depression/Anxiety
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