The outcast of the group
She's picked over in sports
Doesn't have friends so she cuts
I always see her by herself and want to cry
Too bad I'm what they call popular so I can't help
I want to keep my rep up but her heads upright so I think she'll be okay for tonight
Little do I know she's planning something vile
She takes the pain and turns it into something wow
At home her mothers gone, she says bye bye life
Her heart is torn into halves
Sarah doesn't want to do it but she feels there's no other option
She takes her switch-blade out of her pocket
Puts it up against her skin, feels the rush of pain set in
Times running out, her skins turning pale , her visions blurry
No one will ever know her story
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Poems for that Certain Feeling
PoetryJust poems I thought of to help ease pain or possibly make you smile. All of them aren't rainbows and sunshine either. Everything doesn't end happy and everything doesn't end sad.
