With tears in her eyes, she grabs the knife
Not thinking of what she's doing to everyone's life
Her life is hell, She doesn't belong
Every thing's right, but it all feels so wrong
She closes her eyes and lowers the blade
It flows, she floats. And birds begin to sing
Is this it? Am I gone?
She wonders in a silent song
Then dashes awake with tears in her eyes
And realizes she cannot say goodbye.
September 28, 1996
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