Floating on Daydreams

Amaranthine

She sliced her arms instead of bread

And listened to the voices in her head

Her blood was bitter as it poured from her wrists

She hid her pain within those slits.

She wanted to be loved, remembered, cared for

But whispered insults grew louder till they couldn't be ignored.

So she gave in, grabbed the knife

Plunged it into her heart 

And took her own life.

Finally, she was free

Remembered fondly,

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