poetry

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little miss is gone:

little miss gets carried away
little miss has too much to say
little miss spits when she talks
little miss can barely even walk
little miss gets abused
little miss gets used
little miss, dont speak unless youre spoken to
little miss gets mistreated
little miss is scared when things get heated
little miss got raped
little miss needs a break
little miss has all this trauma
little miss her thoughts haunt her
little miss has anxiety
little miss struggles to sleep nightly
little miss panic attack
just cut this little miss some slack
little miss needs help
little miss doesnt know herself
little miss hates her soul
little miss falling down an endless hole
little miss doesnt ask for help to get back up
little miss is always the runner up
little miss tired of being perfect
little miss tired of being an insect
little miss doesnt want to be stepped on anymore
little miss no longer wants to wake up sore
little miss wants to be pretty
little miss is tired of all the pitty
little miss wants to stop feeling guilty
little miss wants to be skinny
little miss wants to be heard
little miss will listen to your every word
little miss wants to be seen
little miss just wants to scream
little miss no longer wants to feel worthless
little miss wishes that it hurt less
little miss thought that shed be better by now
little miss she got worse somehow
little miss wants it all to go away
little miss is tired of begging people to stay
little miss is done with everything
little miss is tired of failing
little miss about to end it all
little miss doesnt have anyone to call
little miss wants to finally be at peace
little miss wants everything to cease
little miss is going to stop existing
little miss is finally going to stop resisting
little miss will listen to that thought
little miss tired of this onslaught
little miss say your goodbyes
little miss here comes your demise
little miss wants everything to stop
little miss wants to see the drop
little miss takes the knife
little miss starts to slice
little miss takes the pills
little miss starts to feel ill
little miss starts to burn
little miss is it finally your turn?
the little miss took her life.
the little miss ended all this strife
the little miss needed some guidance
because this little miss suffered in silence
until little miss couldnt take it any longer
this little miss was tired of feeling like a monster
the little miss is gone now
do you finally see her?
do you see what she was going through?
do you see how it affected her?
when she stared down at her shoe
little miss remembered you all
little miss smiled and shook it off
little miss never forgot the looks
little miss never forgot the whispers
little miss tried so hard to be strong
but to you, little miss was always in the wrong.
little miss is gone now.
she wont be coming back
little miss could only take so much
but you expected her to bounce back
little miss got crushed under it all
the expectations
the burden of living
the weight of her scars
this little miss was a forgotten star
but this little miss was only remembered when it was too late
this little miss changed her own fate
this little miss had nowhere to go
she had nowhere to turn
so she turned to the blade
she turned to the pills
she turned to the lighter
she turned to the pain
this little miss put everyone above herself
she never stopped to think about herself
she always looked out for everyone else
in the end, she played her part too well
no one could see that she was nothing but a shell
and in her scars, her story did tell
all she needed was someone to see her
to acknowledge her pain
to not cast it aside
little miss's heart was in a divide
but little miss is gone now
i hope you know its all your fault
little miss is gone now
but the world spins on.
little miss was just a little girl.
little miss just wanted a place in the world.