All locked up, in her room br Time ticking to her doom br She finds the blade with stains from before br Dark red spots of blood and gore br Sharp as a sword, small as a needle br The scares on her wrist, imperfect and feeble br She finds the bottle of half drunken beer br From a former, “Party of the Year” br She finds the weed on her drawer br How fun it was when she did it before br She hugs her blood-stained pillow near br And down her face drips a tear br Jumps up suddenly from her bed br With her blood stained blade of red br She grabs the beer and the weed br Into the trash, where it’s not in need br “The devil is a consisting foe, br But now God is whom I know! ”br br Alyssa Rieperbr br