Broken heart,
Shattered from many problems of mine.
Broken mind,
Disturbed by my many thoughts of suicide.
Broken body,
From all the times I have hurt myself.
Others ask, and no I am not fine.
My life is almost through,
yet no one notices that girl in the corner of the room.
Who everyone whispered about even while she watches.
Who secretly at home,
hides her blade in her locket.
No one would think that her gold heart necklace so nice looking,
had an item in it meant for cutting.
Just because she a smile on her face,
didn't mean she was ever normal,that wasn't the case.
Every time someone told her something unkind,
she went home and cried.
To the point that she broke down, and decided to die.
Alone she sat in that room,
knowing she would die soon.
Blood dripping from her wrist,
as she clenched her fist.
'Go on,' she urged herself, not even caring.
'Its fine, no one will miss me.'
'I'm done, soon I will be free.'
Blood is draining from her because of the knife,
Soon she knows she'll be through with life.
'Life is a game, that I wasn't meant to play, and I wasn't ever meant to be saved.'
By Clove
