She looks in the mirror,
She feels ashamed,
Her feet hit the scale,
A number flashes on the screen,
She wants to cry,
She hides in her room,
She finds her blade right where she hid it,
She ran out of tears so her arms cry instead,
She hates herself so much,
She hates everything about herself,
But no one knows,
No one knows what she thinks about,
No one knows about the scars,
No one knows about the fasts or the purges,
No one knows that she cries herself to sleep,
No one knows much about her at all,
She takes out a pen and an empty notebook,
"Goodbye,
Cruel world,
Goodbye,
broken society,
Goodbye,
Pain,
Goodbye,
Everyone and everything,
I'm going to sleep,
Never to wake again,
I'm sorry,
I just can't live like this anymore"
She finds a rope,
Hidden,
Under her bed,
She ties a knot and stands on a chair,
Takes a deep breath,
Whispers "goodbye",
One last time before stepping down,
She closes her eyes,
Everything goes dark and quiet,
One last time.
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It's OK Not to Be OK
PoetryWARNING: THE WRITING IN THIS BOOK IS COMPLETELY PATHETIC! oh, and possibly triggering.
