Temperatures start to rise
She gives away all she is
All she will ever be
Never to be herself again
All for the love of that one
Boy
She would do anything to have him
Anything at all
She sees him walking down the hall
He doesn’t even look her way
The final bell rings
Take the razor
Put it on the vein
Give up your life
For one little lie
Cuts so deep
Can’t stop them from bleeding
Blood covering the bathroom floor
So much for a happy birthday


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A poem I wrote one day, thinking about birthdays and suchh.