Four feet, eight-and-a-half inches
The two beams split apart
She had gone off her hinges
Her mind tore her apart
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Rusted Rails
Four feet, eight-and-a-half inches
The two beams split apart
She had gone off her hinges
Her mind tore her apart
Her mind was destructive
It poisoned every thought
Her happiness was deducted
Depression she then fought
She lived inside a body
With a stomach bulging out
No wonder she was nobody
She was ugly inside out
She often thought of suicide
It was the ticket out
She was ready to say goodbye
Although the words never left her mouth
Many words of sorrow
Were written on her arms
No happiness to borrow
She caused her body harm
She laid between the beams
And tightly clinched her heart
She said 'I'm sorry I'm me…'
And the train did it's part.
THE END.