New poem. Opinions please. ?

Beth Holland

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She suffers by herself
For no one understands,
Her pain in her heart
It's once again*
Becoming to much

She questions alot
Mostly about going back
Going back to the*
Harsh cold metal
She used,
To pry her pail paper thin skin open

She tells herself not too go back
But it's over whelming
So addicted
Bringing your sadness to a pause
But it's not for long

As her tears glid down her face
They Glid with a perfect rythem
But only her bed knows her true pain
For it sees her at night

She thoughts this was finaly over
But she is realizing that*
Her memories will be for ever*
Haunting her.*
 
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