She wore her pain
She wore it on her wrist
With scars
And a twist.
She wore her heart out
She claims she doesn't care
But deep down it hurts.
When can she get outta this hell?
She rages and screams
She hides her pain behind a mask
A mask of joy.
Sometimes she slips
Sometimes she falls
When can she get outta of this helpless place
Oh god what did she do?
To deserve a life like this?
When will it stop ?
When will it end?
Maybe when she slips to many pills
Maybe when she cuts to deep.
Maybe a crazy accident
Maybe she'll survive
But oh how she doubts
She'll make it any longer.
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All This Doubt And a Small Blade
PoetryHorrible poem I wrote pretty much a new poem about suicide im working on
