She crawls along the darkened road.
Disobeying what shes told.
Dragged into a horrific mess,
What a way to confess.
Laughter is dragging her down.
The voices are all around.
She thought her mission was to kill.
If only she took those pills.
Sometimes, the most frightening things are the most beautiful.
She held on to her heart, and out went her soul.
Grasping onto last nights chill,
Standing on the edge of a hill.
She felt her body fall to the ground.
Rough around the edges and all around.
Her eyes could not open,
Death was unspoken.
Frail enough to slip through a crack.
Fearful that she may come back...
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