Attempt one was when I was far too young
To understand the loneliness,
The pain in my heart
I tied a knot in shoestring
Hung it from a doorknob
Sat there for hours and cried
Begging for the end
Begging to understand
Mom found it the next day
I lied and said it was for some game
Even now, I could never tell her
It wasn't for a game
Attempt one I was far too young
To know what I had attempted
To explain how I felt
Attempt one, I was eight
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