Blood stains the grass

Tears in the dirt

Thorns from roses

Barely even hurt

..

If beauty is pain

Then the garden where I lie

Is more beautiful than anything

I think it's where I want to die

..

Among the nettles

And willows and grass

My edges are stone

I have no knife or glass

..

You can't die from sadness

Or a shattered soul

But exposure can kill you

And that's how I will go

..

Sleep in the garden

Until I'm too weak to move

Cut my veins apart

Nothing more that I can do

..

Just wait as I bleed

And shudder and shake

And smell the blossoms

And my whole body aches

..

My vision goes hazy

And the flowers all fade

I have no pain left

Nothing bitter, no hate

..

It's not their fault

The blame lies on me

The mood swings and cutting

And dying under trees

..

I am the problem

I bear the curse

I'll make a solution

And no-one will be hurt

..

Except for me

And I don't mind

They will come looking

But there's nothing to find

..

And empty doll

The body of a child

A splinter of society

That died in the wild

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w00t! We got to the suicide. It was coming.