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The cuts on her arms

Were a sick reminder

Of how the day

Had been for her



The bloody sheets

Thrown away and burnt

Destroying all evidence

Of what she did



The tears stained her face

Trails of suffering that

Finally had been brought

To the surface



She couldn't make herself forget

She couldn't blame anyone else

She couldn't believe this

She couldn't do anything



Except sit in silence

Listening to the thoughts

Going round in her head

Scalding her eyeballs



The what if's and the maybe's

Surrounded her remains

They ate her alive

Now she is dead...