My cuts tell a story
If you wouldn't mind to read it
It tells of pain and misery
Are you sure you want to sit?
It all started with many people
They are a small amount of my slits
Then, you are the one who ruined me
Knocked me down with your hard hits
YOU
You are the one who will make me do this
You are the one that tortures me
You are the one that will be the death of me
You are the one to slit my wrists
You will be the one I remember as I take my last breath
By me, Lainebug001
Word count: 104
-To A Stranger
YOU ARE READING
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.
