She sits alone,
her face calm and silent.
She seems like only a clone,
one who inside is violent.
She stares off into space,
feeling pain inside.
But she cannot erase,
her thoughts of suicide.
They all ask "What's wrong?"
like they know how she feels.
But she knows she doesn't belong,
so she'll continue to slice her heels.
She tries to release,
the pain that torments her.
All she wants is peace,
its what she'd prefer.
But no one can leave,
her tormented soul alone.
So she'll continue to grieve,
until her skin turns to bone.
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