Some feel fat,
Some feel skinny,
Some are witty,
Some are dumb,
Some of them plant and have a green thumb,
Some seek a razor, a lighter, a gun.
Yet,
Some are bullied,
Some of them cry,
We all stand as one
And save the ones who wish to die.
Call a hotline if you suicidal thoughts. Or if you have any eating this order no one deserves to be in pain.
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Poetry by a distressed teen
Poetry"HI THIS IS POETY IS SO SURPRISING DARK FOR ME IT IS SCARY."
