The End

Copyright, Malchoir

Dark, dark as night
Sinlety she sits and stairs
Into the bleakness of her fight
A tear runs down her face
she wonders if anyone cares
she wipes away the tear without a treace

Her soul bleed,
Through her eye
You can see the seeds
To depression and suicide
All she can do is run and lie
Alway trying to hide

Untill one day
when she’s all alone
no one’s home
no one to have the last say
She cut her wrist to make amends
Thats the end


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