Her Life?
She walks on the rocky road.
The hell hole.
The blood everywhere.
A horrible thing,
her life.
Bullied,
yes.
Harassed,
Yes.
Scared,
Yes.
Done,
Defiantly.
In her room.
Bleeding.
Cuts.
Blood everywhere.
Stains.
Dead?
No.
Bleeding,
Yes.
That razor.
Blood all over it.
Crying,
YES.
Depressed,
Yes.
Anxiety,
Yes.
Social Outcast,
Yes.
Anti-Social,
Yes.
Breathing,
sadly, but Yes.
PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder),
Yes.
Wants to die,
Yes.
Suicidal,
Yes.
She's far gone.
She's unconscious.
She thinks,
good,
NO MORE PAIN.
Too much blood loss,
She's finally dead.
No more pain,
No more thoughts,
No more being scared.
DONE.
Goodbye cruel society,
Goodbye cruel world.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. Life. Bully. Me?
PoetryMy poetry. I Relate, suicide, cutting, depression and More. Will update as much as i can. all of these poems I wrote myself. Please no hate, kay? thanks guise.
