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End of A Perfect Story
Lock the room and close the door
Take out my friend and hate no more
True friend to some a savior to me
No one knows, no one sees
Sometimes he hurts me other times the fun
Sometimes I love him sometime I run
He was there in the beginning of my pain
He helped me make it through the rain
When I cried he always made me smile
He took the pain and suppressed it for a while
But when the time came it happend oh, yes
I took my friend and made a mess
On the walls, the floor and even me
Blood and depression for all to see
I slit my wrist, my neck, and all
I couldn't help but to fall
I lay on the cold, dampen floor
Asking my friend to help me more
Not able to move my friend did not come
I closed my eyes and I was done
