An innocent girl
That's all she was
Wanted friends
To belong
Got called names
Got bruises
Thought nothing of it
As she got older, it got worse
At eight she tried to kill herself
It didn't work, she became thankful it didn't
Things started to get better
Grade six things got worse, then better
Then later she went into grade eight
Thing got worse than ever before
That year she tired to kill herself again
It didn't work, soon scars covered her wrists
She swallowed 17 pills
Woke few hours later and cried
The year wore on and her best friend
Turned against her, another suicide attempted
And do want to know something? That
Girl is me. Battered and scared,
I'm still alive in the living hell
What happened? I was so innocent.
I was pushed around too much
Was hit too much, was called to many names
That innocent girl was killed by everyone
They buried her six feet under
Now they're left with a bitch
A suicidal bitch

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Last Breath
PoetryThese are just some poems I've made over the past 3-4 years, I'm still working on more