You told her not to hide her face,
To show her pretty features.
She would,
But she knows that's not what you'd say.
You told her not to hide her scars,
We all have imperfections.
She would,
But she knows that's not what you'd say.
You told her to tell you what's wrong,
That you won't go tell anyone.
She would,
But she knows that's not what you'd do.
You told her to go kill herself.
She did,
Because of everything you did say.
C.R.B.G
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The Thoughts of an Almost-Average-Teen
PoetryPoetry is one of my favorite aspects of writing because once a line pops into my head, I write it down and there is always another line to follow. This poetry book is a collection of my deepest thoughts, some happy, others sad,that I shared on Wattp...
