perfect hair,
perfect eyes,
perfect posture,
perfect personality,
everything about her was... perfect.
even the cuts on her wrist are so perfectly placed,
hidden by bracelets, and fabric.
her perfect little smile even covers up the hurt, and hides the sadness..
her "perfect" family is slowly drifting apart.
her friends are leaving her.
the world is passing her by,
her only friends are the razor and any pill she can get her hands on..
guess she isnt so perfect after all is she?
YOU ARE READING
suicide awareness!♥
Poetrythis poem doesnt ryme. its suppose to be kinda heart touching. please tell me thing I need to improve! I love feed back!♥
