Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were high,
She plastered on a fake smile as blood dripped from her thighs.
Names thrown around while people gave looks,
She pretended she was fine, but hid blades in her books.
Fat, she is told but once the words are done,
Fingers in her throat and up the food comes.
Home, where the voices of her peers finally begin to fade,
But the voices in her head never seem to go away.
Ugly, fat, whore - the list is so long,
No one would care, one slit and she's gone.
Things are done with no care for her feelings,
Pills held in her hand while she stares at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry." she says and she takes her last breath,
A step over the edge, she falls to her death.
Now I hope you understand what your actions can lead to,
Think about their feelings, what your words can truly do.
Maybe next time you'll think before calling a name,
Because if they take their life, you're the one to blame.
Maybe next time you'll hold back your fist,
My question is, why did the world come to this?
-L.H.
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Trapped Words (Poems)
PoetryTrapped Words, No one dared to say. Why can't we say these words? Why are we so afraid? Society has changed us, But did we let them try To chase and change our feelings, Or did we not even try? This world needs renewing And it needs doing fast, Beca...
