she stopped eating;
she made herself satrving.
she keeps on changing her hair;
she thinks it'll make someone
to care
she cuts her wrist;
she thinks that it'll make her
feel she exist.
and now, blood was flowing
tears were falling
all that she can do,
is to
catch them
and look at them
YOU ARE READING
Depressing Poems
PoetryTHESE AREN'T MINE. These are just some poems that I really had a connection to. These peoms go to there rightful owners.
