She crashes on the floor
People start to laugh
As she holds in tears and laughs along
She gets up and runs home
Finding no one inside
Grabs a knife
Presses the sheath against her skin
She breathes in and out
Slowly releasing pain in her own way
Blood is a normal occurence
Swiftly cleaning her mess with a paper towel
Does she hide the evidence of her pain
Tears mix with the puddle of blood
She gasps and falls over onto the floor
Eyes wide open and mouth shut
Holding the fatal knife
Beneath her cold fingers
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