I spy with my little eyes,
A girl that's broken,
And full of lies.
I look at her and see her imperfection,
How would I have known I was looking at my own reflection.
Tall, blonde haired, chubby girl,
Looking at her made me wanna hurl.
Everyday she went to school,
She was never labelled as "cool".
She was always judged for reasons unknown,
Even when she checked her phone.
She always wore long sleeves and long pants,
Even to the school dance.
A few people wondered why,
They didn't know about the tears in her eyes.
She felt worthless and such,
He didn't love her as much..
She was done,
Her life was over,
Life was no longer fun..
"Goodbye."
~~~Written By:Me~~~
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Dead!
PoetryA collection of poems about suicide, depression, cutting, etc. Either I've written them or I've found them online (I will note on whether or not I wrote them.)
