All of these teenagers are Dying.
Their parents font even know they're lying.
They cut.
They burn.
They try and try.
They try to take the pain away, but the demons keep haunting.
They don't want to tell anyone about their problems.
So many teenagers Dying.
They shouldn't be, but they are.
They take to the razor.
It's their "only friend".
They take to the lighter.
It helps take the pain.
They cry and cry.
But now they're dying.
Why??
They have so much to live for.
So much to say.
They matter.
They are beautiful.
All of the beautiful ones die.
They die too young and too fast.
They'll never be a thing in the past.
They'll always be in our hearts and on our minds.
Here's to the dead and dying.
To the ones who were strong but finally gave in.
REST IN PEACE ❤❤❤
YOU ARE ANGELS.
FOREVER IN PEACE AND THERE YOU WILL stay.
FOREVER AND EVER.
HAPPY IN HEAVEN. ❤❤❤
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Poems
PoetryPoems based on depression. Sometimes based on my emotions. And current events. But generally they aren't.
