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🚨TW: mentions of SH and suiside 🚨

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She's gone

I lay in my room all the time,

Waiting for her to come back.

But she won't.

And I know it,

Somewhere deep inside

I only leave my room to eat.

I sob in bed,

hugging her finger-knitted blankie.

Her little butterfly garden dies without care.

I hate that I let her down again.

Then again, what care do I have to give?

All of it belonged to her

She’ll never lay in my arms again

Never laugh at my jokes

My sweet daughter

Ripped away as fast as she came

I’ll never wipe those tears away

Never get her ice cream on a hot summers day

It’s not fair.

Why would the most kind,

Caring,

Sweet little girl in the world

Deserve this?

She was 9.

Vines grow on the house.

Some break through the windows.

The ground is now green,

Mushrooms, And flowers.

I punched a hole in the wall.

I punched myself.

Sunlight leaks through

The broken roof.

My broken down cottage

The only place that knows she existed

Soon

I’ll be gone too

And once the

knives edge hits my neck

Who cares that I am?