she didn't like it
when they asked
about a boy
when she had eyes
for a girl.
she didn't like it
when they told
her to cheer up,
when she couldn't rid
the ideas death turned.
she didn't like it
when they left,
all on her own,
to thoughts that weren't.
she only liked it
when the razor
kissed her skin,
raining down her arm,
freeing her
from her world.
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Poetryi feel like people are leaving me and i don't know why. → hr : 2PO © 2017 freyyyaa NOTE_2020: previously had an "alllivesmatter" tag on this book. it was added when this story was first started in 2017 to share my belief that all lives matter, re...
