One cut in the morning,
Another one, no one will see,
Cut myself again,
Become.numb to the pain,
Try a bottle and pills,
Cut myself since no one sees,
Cuts on my thighs but still,
No one ever notices,
Maybe one last cut,
That's how she died,
No, she didn't commit suicide,
Her humanity died
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Broken pieces
Poetrypoems about a teenage girl who suffers from depression, anxiety, loneliness, rejection and schizophrenia.
