I want to cry
My life is hell
I want to die
So might as well

And as I draw
This last short breath
I think I'll not
Defy this death

I think of all the times before
I felt I was a dirty whore
They called me names;
But where they playing games?

When the news of death sets in
That I committed this dreadful sin
Will they remember I tried to share
But instead I gave in to Deaths hard snare

1997

By Krista Salhany

and Denise Smith

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