The cigarette is lit,
Music fills her head.
The girl seems so happy,
But she wishes she was dead.She is in pain,
So she picks up the blade.
Her eyes dance across all the other,
Cuts she has made.She failed but she truly tried,
To solve problems by getting high.
After all that therapy,
She still wants to die.Cigarette burns out,
The blade runs across her skin
Blood hits the floor,
She finally gives in.
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Bullshit From My Brain
PoetryRandom bullshit like poems, short stories, or just random thoughts