There's a girl I know,
Who flinches away,
This girl gets yelled at,
By an autistic brother,
She has been chased by knives,
Almost drowned five times,
Hit and kicked,
She was hurt and bruised,
By her own family,
This girl I know,
Has cut her wrist,
Then switched to her thighs,
But when she was caught,
She pinched instead,
Sometimes drawing blood,
But no one else noticed,
This girl had tears in her eyes,
She smiled,
But not really,
She was broken inside,
She would play it off,
Say it all was fine,
But deep down inside,
She was anything but fine,
This girl I know,
Was never noticed,
She still never is,
But only I noticed her,
Because this girl,
Is me.
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Depression Poetry Book
PoetryThis is where I will write my poems. These poems are based off my feelings and life, so mostly, if not all of them are sad. - Poems will be added when I get inspired to write them.
