Once upon a time,
In a world like this,
A girl was slowly dying,
She had cut her wrist.
The mom found her crying,
She told her to relax,
She wanted to help,
but the daughter already knew that.
So she choose to try.
She covered her scars,
She went to a meeting,
and actually got out of the car.
She talked to some people
who felt the same way,
They offered her help,
She told them she'd stay.
And there she were.
They went out bowling,
They talked about their feelings
as the ball kept rolling,
And as soon as they kept spreading
the love as within a home,
The darkness escaped
and gone was the dome.
Once upon a time,
In a world like this,
A girl asked for help,
They wrote her a list;
She needed to tell,
She needed to be,
She needed to stop thinking,
She got to be free,
And she lived.
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A bucket of light and darkness
Poetry[Highest rank October 9th 2016: #27 in poetry] I'm a teenager - a girl - and I have feelings too. Therefore I wrote these poems to tell them to you. But hush, no kiss and tell; I trust you with my secrets. And if you do spill what you're about to re...
