So quiet and weary
No life down these halls
She's so alone in her bedroom
All she hears are the calls
Nobody to talk to
Nobody to care
But all she ever knew
Was 'life isn't fair'
You couldn't hear the scream
Coming from the bedroom walls
You couldn't see the blood
Coming from her weak arms
You saw her nice smile
But only every once and awhile
Until one day
She looked in the mirror
And realised that
She'd be like this forever
She grew up happy
But also very sad
She never left this terrible world
And she was so glad
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Story Telling By Scars
PoetryJust some poems about my life. If anyone is going through Depression, Anxiety, Anorexia, Bulimia, Extreme Stress, or anything else please contact me anyway you can. Im here to help because i love all of you. Please be safe and don't purge tonight, d...
