She has cuts on her fingers
That she tried to hide
An amateur cutter
Is hidden inside
She hopes you'll notice
That her smile is fake
And she wants you to realize
What is at stake
She is hiding her depression
And she wants you to see
She's trying her best
But this isn't who she's supposed to be
She was happy before
But her brain got sick
She doesn't want to be sad anymore
But it isn't her fault
She hopes you know
That she loves you so
But no one ever loved her
Her sadness has no cure
She wants to die
But all she does is cry
She doesn't want to exist
That's why she slit her wrist
She watches the blood poor out
And she sits in silence
But she wants to shout
Until finally, she is dead
The end
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Poems From A Depressed Girl
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