In the world there was a girl
who had rosy cheeks and soft elegant curls
she was beautiful but never thought she was good enough
because the life she had lived had been so tough
she thinks the knife her only friend
to be with her to the very end
with every cut she plunges Deeper
until the day she meets the Grim Reaper
to her it was blindingly obvious that her life a glaring error in this world full of blood and tears
This world full of blood and tears could never drown her deepest darkest fears
With tears streaming down her face that were colder than ice
she tried to see the good in life but nothing was ever that nice
As she walked across the cliff face the moon smiled her asking her to be a new star
Then she thought of every cut and every scar
She realised there was no point in her life
So she grabbed her old knife
And plunged it into her heart and jumped
Although her heart no longer thumped
her spirit soars high and free
As she fades into the soft salty sea
The water was as clear as glass that night
as this young girl lost her Fight
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PoetryA bunch of short/longish poems I wrote myself It talks about suicide,self harm,and neglect a lot so if your not comfortable with that then you may not want to read this book!🙂
