She holds the knife in her hand
no one in the land
could help her soul
that she thought was only coal.
The knife
was what she wanted to use to take her life.
She has severl cuts
on her arms, some say she's nuts.
But they do not
understand that she is not a bot
to be played .
She layed
with death and life
and has used a knife.
She is sad
and mad.
Her life is not
her own, people use her as if she is a bot.
She cries at night
and in the light
she hides
all because of that lie
people thought was her life
so she used a knife.
She needs you
but only if you knew
because now she has that knife
that may take her life
in her hand.
No one in the land
even knows
that she may dispose
of her life
with that single knife.
:'(
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