It's all her fault.
That she knows.
And with that blame.
Takes another dose.
Each cut she feels.
Is deeper than the last.
The scarlet blood drips.
Each reminder of the past.
She's tired of the tears.
And her fake smiles.
No one sees through.
As she walks the miles.
For each cut she makes.
She takes another pill.
The pain is too much.
It just can't be real.
The day will come when;
Too far she cuts.
Then Death will take her.
And the last door shuts.
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