A little girl sat in a corner, but she's nothing like Little Jack Horner. Instead of a pie she had her skin, instead of her thumb she had a blade. You might think it hurts for the cold metal to touch her skin. But, it doesn't because it lets out the monsters within. You might not see or can even understand, but without this it hurts worse for the monsters to be inside. But even on the outside there are monsters too. They yell and scream and make fun of her too. So when you see her scars or if she's laying dead in her bed, just remember this. She was just trying to let out the monsters within.
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My Poetry
PoetryThis is my poetry. All of these are based on my life and they are all true. Some dark. Including self harming, eating disorders, suicide, etc. But there are some inspiring poems in here too. I hope you like them. Remember to vote and follow me!; P <...
