Her wrists are cut
sore and bare,
she's looking death in the face
yet she isn't scared.
This is what she's wanted
all along,
there's noone stopping her now
she's all alone.
Laying in pain
she's on the bed,
she tried moving past it
but she coulnd't get ahead.
"Take me now" she whispers
under her breath,
she's arguing with god now
she wants him to show her death.
If she awakes from this night
she'll do it again
she'll continue her pain
until her life comes to an end.
Nothing is helping
and nother ever will,
so she's turning to the old habits
of the razors and the pills.
That last hit from him
put her over the edge,
she's not taking it anymore
so to her life she's putting an end.
So this is her last goodbye
and her farewell,
she's drifting off now,
she's finally meeting the gates of hell.
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Submission Name: her wrists are cut
