She was a girl of seventeen
Tired of being seen
As someone that she wasn't
On a ledge she sits unspoken
Filled with hurt and inside, broken
She sits there waiting
She waits for a reason
A reason that will never come
She'll no longer live in darkness
Finally she's done
Wasted and without hesitation
Soon she'll be safe and sound
She moves closer to the edge
And falls ten stories down
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