Blood drips down my face
As your hand hits me
Sad smiles fill their faces
A kick to the leg
A punch to my gut
Everyday at the same time
My books are scattered about
Blood on the floor
My head slammed against a locker
Why do they do this?
Why me?
The quiet, shy girl
Alone with her own demons to handle
A slap to my bruised cheek
Laughter fills the air
I cough up more blood but nobody cares
At home, alone
My wrists start to burn
And the voices come back
The glint of steel looks so real
Cuts along my wrist bleed out
A sad smile on my face
A bruise still on my cheel
I wonder how I'll look in my casket
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Poems!
PoetrySo this is a book of poems that I have written - my old account was XxLovePoetryxX so this is me still. But again a lot of these are from when I was younger (at least the first few) some of them are also from now a days. Warning updates will be a b...
