She's quieter than a mouse, but her actions weigh on my heart more than a house,
A knife still lodged in my back - and I'm scared to take it out,
I don't want to hold the knife when I know I can hurt someone with it.
The silence of my room holds my emotions in its walls,
The smell of old Dr. Pepper fills my empty heart momentarily,
And the darkness cradles my weeping body.
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