The papers called it "Slice and Dice Suicide"
Said it was "A shock to all", guess they lied
She walked around covered in cuts and scars
Lived in her sadness and wished upon the stars
Lived life with a smile, yes, but they knew it was fake
Figured if life was hers, it was hers to take
She sat alone, toying with the knife, glaring at the blade
No one was around that night,so her decision was made
With frantic rage, something within drove the blade in
Slitting, slicing, repeatedly she pierced her skin
Bubbles of blood, seeing the pain she always felt within
She raged on, slashing, slicing,cutting again and again
Alive still, angered and pained, blood pooling around
Leaving a trail of tears and bloodstains on the ground
If you followed along her stained blood path
You'll learn it took her from a cold bed to a warm bath
Love's lost, friends that betray, and painful memories that wouldn't fade
Dissolve into nothingness with a few slashes of a blade
She was too weak to be tough enough, she couldn't be strong
A cold life, in warmth she died, released from all that was wrong
In her death ther she felt and inner peace, finally free
This is the true story, I know, for I am her you see
So let them write their lies, let them say what they will say
I found freedom in my death, I no longer live in the decay

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