I wrote this May 28, 1999.

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She sits alone on her bed
Surrounded by the darkness of her choosing
The shades are drawn to keep the day out
Night was always her companion
She flops over to one side
As a single tear makes its path down her cheek
She doesn't always know why she cries
Except that she feels pain
There's always an emptiness inside her
That never lets her go
She looks down at her wrists
And sees the times when she tried to get rid of the pain
She feels helpless now, completely alone
She never knew where to turn when these feelings set in
The only place she went to was the safety of the knife
She wonders how she got this way and why
She's never sure if she can make it through another night
When she knows she'll always wake up cold and alone
Wondering if there's anything in her good enough to be loved
She cries more tears of despair
Hoping for a chance for freedom from her chains
Chains of self loathing and depression
She shakes her head knowing it won't be today
She closes her eyes and hopes
That she won't wake up ever again.

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