{{Siena, whenever you're feeling down..}}
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You're my sister.
One day you'll meet the right mister.
You may be sad,
Thinking nothing's going right.
You look in the mirror and hold your
razor tight.
You prayed that night;
"Lord, I understand that you gave me
life. You know future and past, but
maybe at last you shall see, that this
Is not the life for me.
Forgive me, Lord, for I know you shall
Not let me pass this bump in my life.
But it's time for me to go, I cannot
hold the mask any longer.
My arms have given out, the fabrics
Lost its where about.
I'm tired of crying, for inside I'm truly
dying. I cannot take this anymore,
For one day I shall be on the floor.
Not crying, but dying.
Taking my last breaths.
I would ask you to give your love
To everyone I know.
To let them realize, this was my
Destiny,
Amen."
But once you look in the mirror,
You think,
"This is the last time I can dress up,
Why not do my finest.?"
You do your makeup, and you do your
Hair, trying not to let your mind go
there. You put your prom dress on,
Realizing you were always beautiful,
But society would not let your
judgements fulfill.
You look at the note you've written
And tote. You think,
"Is it really my time to go?"
The little demon, that you call your
friend, says,
"Oh yesss."
So you text me,
"L.S., this is truly my time to go.
Remember our promise? Please keep
It. I love you dearly, but it's my time
to know that you will one day see the
the little girl I used to be."
You send me a video of your last
breath.
"Ignore my face.
And the sad eyes.
Don't forget about the frown.
Why can't you do it now,
