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
PoetryThere 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}
 
                                               
                                                  