to day im alone so i will right this becuse im sad
Through a park at dusk she walks,
Weaving through the half-dead elm tree's,
Around a black lake and to a bench,
As she wishes this loneliness would ease.
Sitting down with blood shot eyes,
She looks out over the lake,
Orange from the setting suns reflection,
It is here where she can break.
No longer can she fight back tears,
As they drop making pools of water,
From her back pocket she pulls a razor,
Thinking thoughts that no one had taught her.
Without slicing she holds the razor high,
So it reflects in the last glimmer of sun,
Her beautiful blue eyes look back at her wrist,
Self harming has helped no one.
Whipping the tears off her cheeks,
She starts heading toward home,
When from behind a figure hugs her waist,
And she knows that she is no longer alone.
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