Blade in hand,
She'll sit and cry,
Then push in deep in her thigh.
She'll hide it so you will never know,
Then when it's time to go,
She'll show her scars,
To see who will care,
But you all call her "a attention seeking whore".
That's when she knows what to do,
She writes her note to say goodbye.
You find it next to her dead body,
Hanging there,
Cold and dead.
You know that girl,
She listened to every word you said,
When you called her fat,
When you called her names,
To her they were not silly games...
Those cuts, those scars,
They have kept her by invisible bars,
All she needed was someone there,
Someone just to say they care....
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Depression, Cutting, And Suicide Poems.
شِعرPoems about depression, cutting, and suicide. I wrote almost all of these. Give me some feedback please.
