She looks at herself in disappointment, asking herself why she looks like this.
She pictures herself as a dump but really when she's fun.
Everyone loves her and says she perfect but they don't know what she goes through yet.
She thinks she's fat and a grump.
But really when she's not .
She tells her best friend who she thought she could trust, what she goes through when she gets home, and what she has to cover before she's gone to school.
Her "friend" spreads the rumor and before you know it she becomes humor.
There's pictures of her scars on social Media and she's the biggest laughing stock of the year.
She crys and runs away.
Then she starts to fade away pretty soon everyone crys and whines because of there actions of what they did.
Next thing you know a month as gone and still no one knows where she has gone.
Years have past and still no sign but wait what's this?
What have the police found?
A body in the woods have been found.
She's been raped and sexually killed .
What happened to the poor, poor girl that I used to know?
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Poems of thought (love and sadness and hate)
PoetryThis is poetry I wrote myself. I went beyond the blue to find myself but yet I sit here and write this and post it myself. 💙 I will try to post one once every week! Lots of love from Keira!💕✨ ⚠️ warning this some of this poetry has suicidal though...
