You never know what the person standing next to you is going through
Her father died
She has a mental disorder
She is pale and weighs 80 pounds
She lives in a homeless shelter with her mother because they lost their house
But yet you constantly tease her
You pull her hair
You call her undesirable names
Everyday she cried herself to sleep
She has a bad enough life
Why do you make it even worse
Do you know why she has scars on her arms
It's not because she fell
It is because she cuts herself
Every harsh word you say
She gets a knife and slits hers wrists
She jabs the knife in her forearm
One day she will have enough of your BS
And she will get the knife and jab it into her heart
So just keep doing it-
Wait I hear a noise
She is laying on the ground
Dead
With a knife in her heart
YOU ARE READING
Poetry unlimited
شِعرIf you have dream, reach for it If you have the chance, take it You only live one life Make it happen. Singer/Songwriter Author 9th grader Disclaimer: I write wicked poems about death and killing. I am not crazy I just think crazy. (That probably...
