A woman sits upon her room thinking of her life She knows it will all end soon, but she doesn't know when The razor touches her pale whit skin, blood pours from her wound Tears fall into her gouge, the pain strikes yet again She falls into a deadly sleep, but she soon awakes Her life is saved yet again, and she could care less anyway We live in our lives We dwell in our own existence Never knowing why The Connection of Pain Can never divide
Reason for writing:
This poem is about a friend of mine who tried to kill herself.
It was written to tell her story and to hopefully make others
realize that pain is something that people cannot and should
not ignore.
Birth sign: Leo
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