In hallways cold, where whispers sting,
A girl endures the taunts they bring.
Her weight, her love, both judged with scorn,
A heart so heavy, so deeply torn.
She hides her tears, her silent cries,
Behind a mask, beneath the lies.
Her mind a storm, her soul a fight,
Each day a battle, dark as night.
Her wrists bear marks, a silent plea,
A desperate search for what could be.
In shadows deep, she seeks release,
A fleeting moment of fragile peace.
Yet in her heart, a spark remains,
A hope to break free from these chains.
To find her strength, her voice, her light,
And rise above the darkest night.
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Shitty Poems
Poetryjust random poems I write when I feel like it, not the best at this stuff 😙 you may notice some of the poems sound super similar, is because I base some of my newer ones off of ones I previously did, and I genuinely am not a good poetry writer I ha...
