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She thought she was dead

alone, as she bled

the razor still in hand

what seemed a good plan.

Waking in a room

it must've been cleaned soon

the smell of bleach burns her eyes

atleast thats her excuse for why she cries.

They say she needs sedation

but she was trying to escape the medication

another dose it seems

its like she's living the same dream.

It's like they'll never understand

even with the razor still in hand

she would rather lay down and die

than to entertain getting high.

So she rips out the stitches

leaves a note with a laugh: "this will teach you bitches"

she runs to lock the door

as blood begins flowing to the floor.

Abreast with her disease

seems death the only way to stay clean.