He broke her heart, And now look what he's done.

She sits in her room and cries,
About when you broke her heart,
She still remembers all your lies,
And when you told her you loved her
But had to be apart.

She huddles against the wall crying,
Her lifes filled with misery and sorrow,
SHe often wishes upon dying,
But only hoping thigs will get better tomorrow.

As blood drips down her arm,
She thiks about her miserable life,
She doesn't want to self harm,
Well then why does she use a knife?

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