It won't be the blade that ends my life
It's all my mind
When I look into a mirror I see
Too small lips
An ugly face
Hair too a mess
And stringy
Too much fat
Too big of a waist
Too small boobs
Anything, and it's all my mind
It won't be the blade that kills me in the end
It's my mind
When I think of myself all I think is
What a bitch
Why are you such a brat
Not good enough
Gross why'd you do that
Mistake
Go find another place
Ew
Who'd want to be with you
Anything, and it's all my mind.
It's not the blade that killed me in the end.
It was my mind
When I tried to see all the reasons to live
All I saw was
No one needs you here, ever
They died because of you
They will be better off
Your so dead already, why live
Just end it
They won't care
No one will care
They're pretending
I don't have the energy
I'm over it
I'm tired
I'm gone
Anything, and it was all my mind.
And with that I ended my life.
So you see, it wasn't the blade
Don't blame the knife
It was my mind
That ended it tonight
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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoesíaMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
