She loaded the gun
She took out her knife
She stared at the blade
Wanting memories to fade
She drank her parents bottle
Needing so much more than Henny
So she turned to the Orange bottle
Hoping the high would overtake her
In the bed she lay there cold
Wishing someone would come to save her
Wishing someone would just hold her
So she couldn't harm the rest
For she is shattered and unstable
But the people couldn't handle
The girl who was not normal
Who just couldn't love herself
But they said they wanted to heal her
But they left before she paid
A visit to the Devil
It was now out of God's hands
She is dangerous that's her label
Goodbye is what she says
To her grave they will visit
When she no longer is dead
For life became her death
And death became her life
Because the people couldn't see
She was shattered and they let her be
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The Pain Of Being Me
PoetryThe story of pain The story of struggle Of something so scary You keep yourself hidden in a bubble
