My poem

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She's starting to slip up, all those promises lie broken, the bottle is open, the blades ready with the note freshly wrote. Her life once full of joy and fun now sees empty and dull, her friends see her slipping but don't try to help, her family think she's coping fine because the cuts are out of the line of their sight. The earphones are in almost all the time playing the songs that remind her of the pain she's feeling, late at night when everyone's asleep she'll be awake crying and listening to the usc that comfort her, writing down her feelings because no one listens even when she screams. A few days down the line things have gotten worse, pills are disappearing and the blades now run red. They say they want to help her but she's gone to far to help.

"Goodbye harsh world" she wants to whisper but her dreams are stopping her from ending the pain

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