Fear The VictimPeople ignore her,Because she is sort of different,People don't like her,Just because her mind is bent,Shes alot like me and shes alot like you,Only not so much as last year,Because she lost her nephew,But how just isn't clear,Some say she killed him up on the roof top,Some say she killed him down on the ground,Some say she didn't even shed a teardrop,Either way the body was never found,And maybe she walked away with her footsteps on the floor,And maybe It wasn't even her at all,But I think her nephew would say what the hell was that for?He'd say why did you make me crawl?He'd repeat the same words over and ov
The Dark Waters Of SuicideShe called into the dark water, hoping to find someone, anyone. She searched for a face, that matched his picture. A face that told her he was still alive, a face that said he never left her. A face that said that he had no choice to leave. That is all she could ask for. The dark waters seemed to laugh at her prayers, as it became darker and darker in the sky. She knew she was out of time now. She looked at the clocks that surrounded these waters, all pointing to midnight, screaming in hysterical joy at her stupidity. She could no longer walk the water, She became stiff, tied up in chains. Her body was almost paralysed. She tried to move, but
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