I write notes to myself
But here is a little twist
The pen is a razor
And I the paper is my wrist
Each scar has a special note writen on it
One says "Your ugly"
The others scream "Go Die"
Many scream at once like nails on a chalk board "NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU"
The paper is almost filled up now
The ink is bleeding through the paper
...the pen has no more room
The girl is now gone.. With writings on the wall
"The Pen Had Won"
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Poems For Feelings
RandomPoems and Quotes that may make you see things the way other people see the Hell we call this world. ~We publish 1-3 everyday since we write them in school and in our free time~ -Kat & Dall
