6 years old
Blue ribbon, silk ribbon, streaming through my hair, pig tails, toothless smile;
Mirror am I pretty yet?
10 years old.
Ponytail, bobby pin, taming my messy hair.
Chubby thighs, crooked smile;
Mirror am I pretty yet?
14 years old.
Straight hair, lip stick, mascara running down my face, trembling knees, broken smile;
Mirror am I pretty yet?
16 years old.
Messy bun, chapped lips, sobbing eyes and bloody wrists,
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Can't Cut Deep Enough
PoésieYour not alone anymore i know how you it sucks to have depression, anxiety ect. So these are quotes, story's and poem's I've found or written myself so I hope it touches you like it did me. Oh and the ones with pictures are the ones I personally wro...