What She Does - Poem by Lauren Ruark
As tears run down her face,
she realized she's made a mistake.
An utter suffocation,
she's trying to hold on.
But the pain,
the pain's to strong.
The bloods running down her wrist
Her eyes are going shut
but she's trying to hold on
while voices in her head are saying
something is going wrong.
She doesn't know where she is or even why
she did it.
It started with a razor and a few little cuts.
But became addictive and she cut to much.
Now she's lying on her bed,
wishing she could go back.
As the world disappears and everything goes
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