Poetry. Life. Bully. Me?

How could you love a broken girl?

Who could ever love a girl with scars and cuts all over her beautiful body?

Who would love her of they knew her best friend was a razor blade that kissed her pain away with blood?

Who would love the girl who was broken?

Who would love a broken girl?

Who would love a girl who let's the razor blade kiss her beautiful skin every night?

Who would love the girl who doesn't trust?

Who would love the girl who doesn't believe in being alive?

Who would love the girl who is torn apart?

Who would love the girl that tried killing herself?

Who would love the girl who isn't the skinniest but has the biggest broken heart?

Who would love the girl who is scared of so much?

Who would love this broken girl?

Who would love the girl who is a no-body?

She fakes a smile and has cut wrists.

She hides her emotions so no one would know.

She's scared her peers would never except her.

To fit in she started smoking cigarettes, smoking pot, poppin' pills, drinking and having sex.

But that was never the real her.

She didn't feel right.

She felt alone and empty.

Like she wanted to end her life.

But she didn't.

She stopped doing all those things and went back to the shy quiet girl who everyone pretended wasn't there.

She kept her head down and never looked at anyone.

No one cared.

So she never tried.

She gave up.

She was the girl who everyone thought was a freak.

They saw the cuts but never said a word.

They would call her names.

Many names.

Until one day, she couldn't take it anymore.

She went home and hung herself.

Her dad was asleep.

Her mom came into her room later on that night and saw her hanging in her room.