Isn't it beautiful
How I wanted to die
At the age of eleven
Isn't it lovely
How my skin is covered
In plain white scars
Isn't it amazing
That I feel like
I'm suffocating
Isn't it lovely
How I lash out
At people
Isn't it appealing
That I want to do nothing
But lie in my own misery
Isn't it attractive
That I take pills daily
To regulate my emotions
Isn't it adorable
That I tried to end everything
And laid in a hospital bed
For a week
Instead
Isn't it romantic
How I cannot feel love
And affection
Isn't it ugly
How people truly believe
That depression
Is beautiful?
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— romantic ; E.D
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PuisiThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
