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Home Alone and Guilt Stricken

The rosey color runs down
From his pale white wrists
He tells himself
Its for the best
He waits for the time to pass
He waits for his time to stop
He waits for someone to save him
But they do not
Home alone
And guilt stricken
Not a shoulder to cry on
Not an ear to listen
Instead he turns
To all that he has left
A blade that he has hidden
Under his matress
He doesn't want to do this
But another part of him does
So he placed it to his skin
And now this is the cause
His parents will come home
Twenty minutes til eight
Call out his name
Then soon realize its too late

Tags: death

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