I am depressed
Not 'cause of school
I don't want to be cool
It's because of my parents
They were the best
'Till they fought
Then I was beat
Over and over,
Again
And again
Until the day I decided to fight back
Which resulted in bleeding
Bleeding and crying
Just trying,
Trying not to choke on the pill
And gets a chill
As against her will,
She drifts away from this world...
Author's Note:
I wrote this story half asleep in four in the morning, therefore don't expect anything fabulous.
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