If you give a person freedom,
You'd be surprised what they may do.
If they aren't held in place,
They might just fly the coop.
Sadness in her eyes,
As she cuts up her "fat" thighs.
They ignore her cries,
And another person dies.
Sleeping all day long,
A bunch of hits from a bong.
Numbness in her lies,
Mixing colored dyes.
Band shirts and hoodies,
Skinny jeans, so moody.
Her arms are bloody,
And her mind is cloudy.
Her mascara is running,
But outside it's sunny.
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Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
