Suicide Girl

She cries herself to sleep
Every night, she wonders why her cuts are so deep
She looks down at her arms
And realizes that the past created those scars

Nobody understands what she goes through
Until the day they stood at her funeral
They remembered how bad they treated her
Instead of treating her good, they just made her hurt

They entered her dead body into the grave
Those bad memories just won't go away
God, why did this have to be her last day?

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