Teardrops fill her mascara streaked face
The boiling rage against the knife
While rage takes every last drop
She spins her bottle dry to the bone
Knowing she’s been true to herself
Knowing she’s been true to him
Yet what’s the use
For a drink keeps the pain away
Death calls her name as she takes each sip and step closer to the blade that she holds in her hand it’s not pain Tylenol with take away
But pain she does not want to claim in her last journey
As she holds this knife point against her skin
What will she do
For what’s the use when she is a loser
Drinking and death will take the pain
But it’s a sin
God I pray you take me home
Not to live any more
For your all I have my dream lost
End this misery and pain
You know my number take me home and away from this piercing pain
The boiling rage against the knife
Numb I stay while I continue drinking the night away
God save me
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