Don't know where to go
Don't know what to do
No one else will know
But my blood has spew
I throw down the blade
My tears my only weakness
I stare that the artwork I just made
Showing my hidden uniqueness
I think, "what will they say?"
Could they ever find out?
These options I weigh
But I have no doubt
The relief felt good
It set me free
I can forget my childhood
So I pick up the blade
My misery no good
As I cut away
My life never understood
By me, Lainebug001
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The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
