The Words I Thought But Never Said

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Dripping, trickling down the drain,
Slowly, slowly she lost herself to the pain.
Slashing, clawing she let herself bleed,
One more cut for everyone who would leave.

Crumbling, shattering can you hear her poor heart?
Breaking, falling her mind is torn apart.
Bleeding, hurting her arms are tainted red,
One more battle won by the voices in her head.

Fighting, losing her stars have gone dark,
Laughing, crying as she leaves another mark.
Running, tripping trying to escape the past,
One more inhale she took the breath that was her last