She screams for help, but she is not heard because nobody wants her alive.
She doesn't understand why everybody hates her.
She wondered what their lives would be like if she just died.
All the hate that consumed her wasn't something she could endure.
It's been so long since she last smiled.
This life is something she just can't take.
People just don't like her style.
She don't know how long it is till she will break.
Her last words were goodbye world that is full of sin.
Now there are scars deep within her wrist.
Everybody just treated her like a can of tin.
Now they say she will be missed.
Now you care you didn't when she was here.
Now you oh what a shame.
Her mom is the only one that should bare a tear.
Now youre to blame.
Now you say your goodbyes.
She always thought she was a mistake.
You could of helped her if you listened to her cries.
This world is not her place.
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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.