She used to wonder about suicide
She felt a lot of pain on the inside
She was a bad girl
She hated the world
She used to lie
She wanted to die
She was ugly
She hated her body
She used to self harm
She cutted on her left arm
She cutted also on her thighs
She did it all nights
She used to be alive
Although she hated her life
But now she is dead
Killed by the voices in her head
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YOU ARE READING
~Fucked up world~
Puisi"The paper and pen was there for me when no one else was.." Here I'll write my own and others poems about depression. I will be writing on both English and Swedish. I don't want people to hurt them selves, I just want to write everything down. Pleas...
