She holds the blade with her delicate fingers.
Her aching soul and darkest thoughts still lingers.
She doesn't know how to say goodbye.
Or tell them all she wanted was to die.
She appeared so joyous as if nothing could get in her way.
Yet she never wanted to wake up the next day.
She wouldn't even call it anger or depression.
But a sadness overwhelming her complete succession.
Her aching soul and darkest thoughts still lingers.
She doesn't know how to say goodbye.
Or tell them all she wanted was to die.
She appeared so joyous as if nothing could get in her way.
Yet she never wanted to wake up the next day.
She wouldn't even call it anger or depression.
But a sadness overwhelming her complete succession.
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