When she's behind doors, slicing the razor across her wrists, what is she thinking?
When she skips meals for days straight, what is she thinking?
When she looks into the mirror picking out about her imperfections, what is she thinking?
When she lays awake at night wanting to end it all, what is she thinking?
When she ties the rope around her neck and jumps off the chair, what is she thinking?
But it's too late for "what is she thinking?" It's now "what was she thinking?"
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A/N
Girls and boys. If you do and feel like these kinds of things then please get help. You's are beautiful and life is an amazing thing. Hope you enjoyed this one, it was a bit sad but felt like writing it.
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Little Writing Things
PoetryIn this "book," there is some poems, rants, thoughts, feelings. Just anything that I wanna write about will be in this. Some will be about love and hate. Hope you enjoy :)
