There once was a girl
Who was nice and kind.
But the world was the opposite,
As she would soon find.
Word after word
Tried pulling her down.
So much, so often,
She thought she might drown.
There once was a girl,
So tired, so sad,
That she started drawing,
And it wasn't so bad.
But small lines turned to gashes
Her arms began to bleed
More and more now,
Without cease.
There once was a girl,
So tiny, so small,
One single stab
Could do it all.
So she raised the knife,
Whispering her goodbyes.
Thinking maybe now that
I'm gone, people might cry.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI write what I want. I'm not depressed and never have been. I just love writing and this is how I express myself when I'm upset. Enjoy.
