Deals with the Devil

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My heart racing
Walking back and forth pacing
Pondering ways of Suicide
Who knew today would was when I died
Pills, rope, knife, or gun
Leave this world for good, don't run
She ran away today
Been gone for days
She killed herself in three different ways
One of them was hiding it away
She was slowly dying, always crying
Couldn't you tell she was dying
Everyday hiding away behind the lies
She told them day by day, read her eyes
So much she had to conceal
Like all the cuts on her thighs
Her and the devil made a promising deal

"Once you break down grab a knife, cut your wrist, clench your fist as the blood runs. Oh boy this is fun. Now grab the pills take them all. Enjoyment in my eyes as you fall. You're so broken, come with me, down to hell for eternity"

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