Bloody Tears
She couldn't sleep
Something was nagging at the back of her brain
Reaching under her matress until she found her razor
She put the small metal blade to her wrist...
She stuck her razor back under the matress
She let her wrist go bloody
One Tear raced down her cheek
Something was nagging at the back of her brain
Reaching under her matress until she found her razor
She put the small metal blade to her wrist...
She stuck her razor back under the matress
She let her wrist go bloody
One Tear raced down her cheek
And she did that everyday
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