Little Miss Pinocchio, continues to Tell Lies.
But her Nose doesn't Grow.
Just the Collection of Scars, on her Thighs.
Everytime they Ask her, she says,
"I'm okay."
or,
"I'm fine."
Then she adds Another Cut, to the Collection on her Thighs.
Little Miss Pinocchio always feels like Shit.
So she makes her Collection a bit Bigger.
By adding a Slit to her Wrist.
She Cuts a little Deeper.
Then, just Once More.
That's when the Blood, really starts to Pour.
Little Miss Pinocchio, isn't really Happy.
She Wishes she could Draw on paper, instead of her Body.
Little Miss Pinocchio, has Finally had Enough.
She Picks up her Razor, to make her Final Cut.
Now As she Lays there.
Bleeding to Death.
They See that her Canvas, was more than her Wrist.
It was her Whole Body, and that's when they Realize.
That They Made her Do It All.
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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 <...
