She wakes up in the morining
Walking out of bed
Yawns, then sighs and says,
"Here I go again."

She doesn't want to go to school,
But just gets dressed anyway
Eats her breakfast, grabs her backpack
Ready for another day.

Her days at school are sad
She's filled with much distress
Her friends just pass her by;
She thinks they could care less.

Thinking everyone wants her dead,
She'll sit and play with knives.
With all this pain inside of her
She thinks of suicide.

Then one day, she met a man
Who delt crack on the street
"...if suicide's the way out,
Then I can set you free."

She quickly takes the offer
And then pays the man in cash
Then she runs home with the pills
Thinks how much more she should last.

Then, on Sunday morning
Today is the day
She fakes sick before church
So she'll go away.

After her parents leave
She walks out in the woods
Leaves no note, no good-byes
Just walks out, likes she should.

Before she takes the pills--
She's a little hesitent--
Dying on the Lord's day--
Oh, what a bad girl she's been!

And before she dies, she prays,
"Lord, forgive me
I don't know what I'm doing
But I can't take this,
Can't fake it,
Lord, have mercy--"

And the Lord heard her prayer
So he knocked her out
She colapsed on a tree
She was safe and sound.

She went home to her parents
Said sorry over and over,
They said that they forgave her
And get her help so she could live more.

Little may you know--
That girl may be me
But I'd like to know:
Would God set me free?

I wrote this a couple of days ago. This is basically what plays through my head over and over again, and I got annoyed so I wrote it down on paper. And put it on my diary. And it's STILL stuck in my head. Get out, get away....

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