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Not Too Late To Be Saved
She hides her smile in a broken song
 The lyrics frayed, the music all wrong
 She laughs at jokes when she wants to cry
 The world’s cruel, and she doesn’t know why
  
 Days are hard to live when they feel like years
 The sands tip too slowly, yet fast are tears
 Her friends say she is the happiest person they know
 But there is a different side she doesn’t show
  
 Her body is always covered with layers
 Good excuses that don’t betray her
  One too many times she went to her wrist
 Putting herself on His waiting list
  
 She makes a joke then cracks a smile
 They don’t know she won’t be here in awhile
 The perfect girl with a seamless life
 But behind that mask is a knife
  
 One excuse to mark another pain
 No more waiting on the thunderous rain
 To wash away what she can’t feel
 Forgiveness comes from the steel
  
 She shuts the doo and locks it
 Grabbed the gun and cocked it
 Shaking hand and a nervous twitch
 She knew she couldn’t die like this
  
 Feet pound the pavement as she runs
 Her skins so cold she wishes for the sun
 The end of the book is drawing near
 The last page the end of fear
  
 She ends in the woods surrounded by trees
 The birds overhead sing her broken melodies
 She raises her knife and closes her eyes
 And wait to give that one last final goodbye
  
 She lets her mind drain the flood
 Grabs the knife carved in blood
 She is done with feeling frozen
 No more being broken
  
 He reached for her hand
 She drops the knife surprised by his command
 He asks her why
 And holds her as she cries
  
 He throws her knfe away
 To make sure she doesn’t throw her life away
 She thought no one saw
 But he noticed the scars withdraw
  
  He saved her life she tried to toss
 She saw the river, but never made it across
 No matter who, where, when, how or why
 It is not too late to be saved,
  It’s not time for an early goodbye

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