So, a friend of mine commited suicide a few years ago to this very day, and I was just thinking about her...then I remembered this poem she wrote. I couldn't help but wonder, maybe if I had payed attention to this poem, and taken it seriously, could her death have been prevented?
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Slit my wrists
to watch the blood flow.
Such a lovely color
Such a pleasent pain
Such a Broken Girl

Drown myself in alcohol
to numb the pain I feel
Such a bitter taste
Such a sad disgrace
Such a Broken Girl

Writing love songs
to feel like it's possible to love
Such a depressing line
Such a fake smile
Such a Broken Girl

Bleed myself dry
to find a peaceful sleep
Such a crying shame
Such depressing fame
Such a dying, Broken Girl

Such me...
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--R.I.P.--
Unity Valentine
9/17/1990 - 3/9/2005