She walks to school
With her head down low
Hoping the students
Will leave her alone.
Her scars stay hidden
Beneath her layers
Then she starts slamming the locker door
With much dispair.
Tears start to well
As she trudges to class.
Text book in hand,
With year nines to pass.
Down the corridors
She glances glumly,
"Nobody really cares"
She states so numbly.
When the day ends,
A bottle's at hand.
Is is really worth it?
"It's just death" she dead pans.
The pills go down,
tough and hard.
They reach into her system
And ends her heart.
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Poetry
PoetryThese are my collections of poems throughout the years that I have previously done, and of those that are in the works.
