Angel Knives in the kitchen Razors on the shelf One soul crying For someone to help. Pills in the cupboard Detergent in the room Her heart feels empty Like a waiting tomb. No poison No weapon No swelling Or protection Can heal the heart Of her inner infection. So she takes the pills And smiles down the hall Falls to the floor And stares at the wall. As things start to blur And mom starts to call And sirens call out. She closes her eyes Happy to be free.
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