His Fault

She draws the razor,

Carving out her wrist.

Oh, how she's dreamt of this.

She lets out a small cry.

It hurts, but she just wants to die.

Soon the pain will be over,

But she knows its his fault.

He did this to her.

He made her do this,

And wish her life over.

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[Sunflower]

Ki, whenever or where ever you can talk to me, i am here for you. promise