Young and beautiful that's what they call her,
Ugly and worthless is what she believes.
For her depression there is zero cure.
She sits in the bathroom crying while the other boys and girls tease,
She isn't successful till suicide attempt number three.
She kicks over the chair, because no more she can bare.
She slices her skin death is what she dares,
At least nobody will mind because nobody cares.
She starts to skip meals in the hopes to lose weight,
Nothing bothers her for she self hates.
She grabs the pills hoping they will kill.
Now that she is dead, she realizes that it was all in her head.
She is wanting to die and just fly high.
Now she is dripping red laying in a pool of blood,
Now she is dead because she was the one nobody loved.
Now she is gone left with a heart broken,
A word about her hasn't been spoken.
Now that she is gone you care,
You want to die to because without her life is not worth to bare.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThis is just poems I have written and my friend Juliet Bramlitt is a BIG support in my writing poems and stories and thanks to her I'm writing this.