Gone.

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She stayed at the corner

Looking at the ground

A knife in her hands

Blood on her wrists

Her head filled up with devil's whispers

With his friend, the monster from her bed

She cried for help but

They called her

An attention seeker

And a drama queen

And all she did was

To add more scars

They never knew the truth

And they never will know

Because that girl

Is gone.

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A/N:

I'm sorry if some of you doesn't like depression poems but I just think people should realise those teenagers have serious problems. I know they shouldn't suicide but we should at least guide them. Tell them what's right instead of calling them names. Probably this poem is not helping but it is true. And just so you know, I know exactly how it feels. All the love.

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