She's counting down the time,
ever hour every second
waiting till the time is right
as her face is pinched and sour she plays with her fingers and taps her desk
just waiting till she can go home and rest
people pull her hair
trip her down on purpose
she gets called countless names and told she's worthless
she looks in the mirror and guess what she sees
an ugly worthless piece of shit
well that’s what she's come to believe.
The bell rings out she dashes from her seat
running the entire way home the pavement pounding beneath her feet
she grabs a pack of pills and twists off the lid
they told she should die
So she did.
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self harm / depression quotes and poems
Randoma series of quotes, poems, songs on self harm and depression, may be triggering. So I've passed the limit so I'm starting a new one
