There is a Sad girl
Drowning in her lies
She smiles
She laughs
She harms herself
She cracks
She breaks into pieces every night.
She lets the demons come out to play.
They whisper those words into her ear
Telling her to die
No body wants her here
She cries and she scares
She fights and tries to flee
But the war inside her head never stops
She's loosing the battle
She has given up the fight.
She had scared wrists
And bruised thighs
She loaded her gun
And committed
Suicide...
But, the demons were wrong.
She was wanted
She was loved
She hurt the people around her when she hurt herself
They loved her and they cared
She chipped their pieces away every cut the made.
YOU ARE READING
The broken
PoésieThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
