Suicidal Notes

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Some poetry for you guys: 

Suicidal Notes

She walks down the hall on her own,

Hearing quiet whispers

She pretends she doesn’t hear them

Even though her ears burn

That night,

She replays all the things she heard

Like a song in her head

She plays a song,

Her wrist the violin

Every stroke she makes with her bow

The more numb she gets

Scars her for eternity

But a reminder, she survived