She looks at how things used to be
And compares them to how things are
And she cries
She used to be in control of things
Everything was fine at home
Now this girl feels so very sad
And even all alone
She feels unwanted unloved
They would be happier if she were gone
And the sad thing is suicide seems so real
They would be happier if she were gone
This is how she feels
So this sad and lonely girl is standing
At the edge of a cliff
Waiting for the last push
The last harsh and hurting comment
To send her crashing to her death
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