1,2,3,4,5,6
she counts
what's she couting you ask
the scars she has
the ones she is going to do
the pain her bullies do
the bruises her loved ones give
nobody cares about her
they say they do but dont
her mother is drunk
her dad is dead
she is the only child left
her friends don't exist
her crushes cursh her
her teaches hurt her
she relies on cutting
at least she has control
of how many she does
that night she does more
she wants all the pain
to go away
she hates her life
she lives
she grabs a knife
out of the drawer
she places it on
her heart
she slowly adds pressure
she feels the pain
but doesn't care
she wants it to end
she then digs it in deeper
feeling the knife go through the skin
she feels it go into the heart
one last breath she takes
then everything goes dark
her life is over now
she is done with all the pain
forever
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dark and sad poems and other things.
Poesíaall of these poems are mine unless state that they aren't
