The Quiet Ones


She was innocent so they thought,
but it was the pills that she sought.
She smiled sweetly as she got
a numbing gun that she bought.
Her finger on the trigger.
The ghosts inside her slightly snickered.
Her bravery became bigger,
as the pain in her brain convinced her
to pull that fucking trigger
once more.

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