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Lisa French

(Born: 1994)

What a beautiful suicide


What a beautiful suicide
The night skies so dark
The stars shine brightly
Tonight I’ll make a mark

What a beautiful suicide
With a knife next to me
Alone in a room
How good will this be

What a beautiful suicide
I’d already planned
Alone in silence
Nothing could be more grand

What a beautiful suicide
I’ll have to no longer life a life
No hurt or pain
All it takes is a knife

What a beautiful suicide
I don’t think I could die
Come to think of it
It’ll make others cry

What a beautiful suicide
I’ll no longer commit
I’ll just mend what’s wrong
That was stupid I admit


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Submitted: Saturday, December 13, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, February 03, 2009

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