Dear you

Dear you

The girl who used to hold the blade

when did you realize that it wouldn't fix the pain?

that blade you were holding hurt everyone involved.

your brother and mother thought you had it solved

this puzzle of a life

that made you grab for the knife.

they thought you were bored and needed to be restored 

but honestly honey,

you just needed to be cured.

The End

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