As depression sets in, She plans to bring it all to an end. The fed up girl goes home and picks up a knife, But will she really put an end to her life. And as she puts it to her arm, She fells like a time bomb with an active alarm. All she really wants to do is fell alive, Then through pain is how she thrives. Thinking of nobody but herself, She cuts her arm not wondering about how it'd effect anybody else. Now the blood runs out of her straight cut, And she finds herself in a dep rut. As she starts to fell better now, She may really never know. That this is only the start, Of a terrible thing that will tear her life apart.Birth sign: Taurus
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