She didn’t mean to die
It seemed like the grand gesture
At the time
Draw a line
Under what had gone before
Nobody loved her any more
Nobody cared, so, why not
Kill yourself let it all go
Be free
Her sister Jenny did it
And look how everyone loves her now
Never stop going on about her
And her ways, her looks
The way she carried herself
Would have been something
Dad said before he left for good
Pity she didn’t know all that before she died
Jenny, might have changed her mind
Or not
I thought the Tamazepam would make me dopey,
Tired, sick and everyone would love me
Too late now
Silly cow
Irwin
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