Dead Angelica Version 20 *-* You Ripped My Heart Out Of Me, Then You Put It Back
Child Psychologist
She sat on a chair
at the edge of my hospital bed
and asked me questions.
Some were easy, like
'Do you want to go home soon?'
(yes)
but some were harder, like
'Why did you decide to die?'
(because of many reasons
but mainly because my best friend
morphed into my worst enemy)
After talking to her
I felt a little better
but not much.
I still felt small, scared and
alone.
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