She says she's okay
but deep inside she's broken
And to dull the pain
She has started smoking
When she's with her boyfriend
They're always cuddling
But behind closed doors
She has started cutting
When he's without her
He cries himself to sleep
He hopes she's okay
But he knows the secret that she keeps
He knows she's cutting
Because the marks on her wrist
He knows she's smoking
Because he can smell it on her breath
He's broken and worried
And he's started taking pills
But he's still depressed
And he's hope she's okay still
She's still cutting
And her wrists are going red
Her boyfriend overdosed on pills
She doesn't know it yet
When she finds out the news
That her boyfriend is dead
She wants to die
She wishes it were her instead
She cuts her wrists deep
And feels the warm red
She'll soon join him
In the warm embrace of death
She had lost her parents
And now had lost her boyfriend
She had no one left
She was completely broken
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A Cry For Help
PoetryAll of my "Wonderful" poems, based around suicide and other ideologically sensitive topics, as well as poems about depression, anxiety, and self doubt.
