May 4, 2011
By , Southborough, MA
There is a block on my brain,

its stops me from thinking, and feeling more pain.

there’s blood on the floor, locks across doors…

and a girl sitting at the window watching the sky.

she watches the stars and hears her own cries

and thinks to herself, “what a wonderful thing it must be”… to die

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