Suicide

Another day-another time,
as a friend looks at you with a tear in her eye,
you know by the look-she tried it again,
her wrists are slit and smile stained.

What is that spot on your shirt you say,
as your friend looks and turns away,
you pull her back and it hits you,
it hits you again with a powerful blow.

You know that she feels as if she must go,
her troubled past as her virginity went past-to someone she barely knew,
she said she loved him-he said so,
she asked if he loved her-he said no.

All this blood spilled-night after night,
she knows when she will do it just right,
never again will you see her face-she's a member of this growing race,
these special killers-killers at heart.





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