Monday, March 1, 2010

She Quit Life

And she quit the talk,
quit the games.
Like a hawk
she flew away
Quitting life
Giving up
Tired of strife
She poured out the cup
Dying now
Leaving the world
She doesn't know
how To keep on going
No more
No how
Shut the door
Leave behind
all the world
The evil days
make her hurl
Cutting through
Smoking depression
It is true
Though you wouldn't guess it
Hiding with the dark hair that she dyed
Baggy clothes cover
What she had tried

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