Words, Words,
Bitch and whore.
The girl runs away,
She slams the door.
She takes a knife,
And cuts her skin.
Remembering how screwed up her Life has been,
She leans to the toilet,
And throws up to be thin.
At school all she has is a grin.
She cuts, cuts, and cuts some more.
Screaming in pain, blood on the floor.
People call her emo people laugh at her face.
But they haven't even tried to be in her place.
Her dad just died, her mom has depression,
Her brother has to go through a therapy session.
Why can't people see? That grin is a lie.
Everything's done for her, her life's slowly fading by.
Bloods dripping on the floor, she's screaming in pain.
She can't eat because that means more weight to gain.
She wishes to be perfect she says it's not fair.
She says she hears people talking about her hair.
She cuts it all off, her soul has been broken,
But she never told anyone, her words were never spoken.
She takes the rope, hangs herself in the dark.
She no longer has a beating heart.
Her friends fall to the ground
when they hear the word "She's dead".
Her brother cries as he sleeps in her bed.
She is gone,
She is done.
Just because of people making fun of her.
She's buried on a Saturday,
people start crying.
All because that one girl stopped trying.
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So before judging someone on their weight, or their clothes,
their laugh, their talk, their hair, or their nose, just take a moment to realize and see.
Everyone is not always who they seem to be.
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Poems and Short Stories
PoetryA collection of poems and short stories that I have written over the years. If you would like to use one of them, let me know and I will be more than willing to accomadate you.
