She wears push up bras
For bigger boobs
And corsets on
Her waist...
She cringes when
She looks in mirrors
She sees such a
Disgrace.
And as she fills
Her entire room
Full of
Crimson red...
She just can't help
The darkened thoughts
That go swirling
In her head.
"Bleed, oh bleed,
Please bleed some more...
I can no longer
Deal with pain...
Let me end
This gruesome life,
Please, oh please,
Hit me train..."
That weakened girl
Who had dark thoughts
Ended her bad life
That day,
And she left us here
To feel free
From more than
Just the pain.
~S.J. Chance
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PoetryShort poems about anything and everything (mostly love :)) "You fell in love so easily with everything around you, but couldn't seem to fall in love with anything inside of you. And you wonder why you're so alone." ⚠️Warning ⚠️ Read the first 23 p...
