She's not a puzzle so hard to break,
In fact, she's terribly simple
Her word is a word, her oath an oath,
No double meanings her thoughts crimple.
Just upset and sad,
Suicidal and mad.
She says there's no one who knows her,
She says that pain is her only way,
Her hope is that with the pain she may
Make all her hurt go right away.
But how is it the solution,
A body for happiness?
Death for serenity,
Lips of chappiness?
How is it the solution for her?
How is risk in any way an answer?
Why can't she open her eyes
And think the thoughts ours were?
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