There was a girl who never knew what love means.
Not from her family, friends, or anyone.
She hated her own reflection.
So she cut and starved herself.
In her 14th birthday she blew the candles with her 3 "friends" and wished that her crush will love her back.
In her 15th birthday she blew her candles with her "5" friends and wished for bones even though she looked like a Skelton already.
In her 16th birthday her scars was deeper.
Not only in her wrist but also on her thighs.
Still nobody notice.
Her 2 "friends" came over and everyone sang the happy birthday song.
She faked it and smiled.
Her long sleeves and baggy clothes covered all of her lies.
She wished for death and everyone clapped and smile at her.
In her 17th birthday.
There was no "friends"
no family, no
candles because there was no girl.
Her washed came true and she was dead.
The funny part is that girl is me.
I'm already dead.
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That Girl Inside Me Who I killed
PoetrySelf harm, eating disorder, suicide, is talking over my life. This is a poem I wrote about how I feel. I'm sure some of you can relate to this. I'm sorry if you do. Ily no matter who you are. Please comment and tell me your opinion on how up make up...
