Depression rolls down her face,
But no one notices,
She is so alone,
Nobody cares,
She tries to hide,
From the world,
All the pain and suffering,
And succeeds,
Tired of hurting,
Tears and blood,
Is all she knows,
She thinks and thinks,
Of ways to end it,
Knows many ways,
But chooses only one,
Now she's lyin on the floor,
All alone,
No one heard her cries,
The cries for help,
A puddle surrounding her,
Cuts all over,
Her pain is now gone,
And that's all that matters.
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