I'm sat here thoughts racing through my head,
wondering if I'd mean more if I'm dead,
would anybody miss me or care?
or would they pretend they'd always been there,
would they lie so they didn't feel so bad,
about the time they chose to ignore me so sad,
to put there own minds at rest,
pretend they'd been my friend, the very best,
or would they not notice me gone from the back of the class,
not missing me as the weeks and months pass
A/N
not so keen on this one but meh
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Self harm poems
PoesíaJust some poems I wrote about self harm, suicide and eating disorders. Please don't read if there going to trigger you x
