Poem

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Hey guys i wrote a poem. Tell me what you think.

The Sharpie Marker

She is an artist.

Drawing pictures on her arms

She calls it a sharpie while others say self harm.

Her sharpie is a knife and

She is so addicted

She just cant seem to stop.

One day she went to far

That is when her life almost stopped

Her family cried

And her friends almost died

But finding her awake in the hospital

They called her idols.

They pleaded her to stop

But little did they know

She was only trying to leave the earth.

Her purpose was never found and she had lost all hope.

But seeing her like this broke their hearts.

But when one fell in love

He didn't know she'd brake.

Cuz when he said I love you she cried and cried again.

She cut and cut and cut until she said Im done.

She put the knife away and pulled out a gun.

She put it to her head and pulled the trigger just as he opened the door.

He cried for help as she lay lifeless on the floor.

The artist is now dead and her sharpie she once used

Remains in a box in the boys room.

The artist was only 15 and thought she was worthless

The cause of all this was a bully who really liked her.

Her bully tried to kill himself until he met another

But one thing he'll never forget is the Sharpie marker.

I know its sad but when i have an idea I have to let it out. So comment what you think.

Love Ya

~Jazzy

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