Suicide Poetry/Quotes/Depression/Anxiety

He R.M

He sat there
Staring at the girl who fall in love with him
He played with her
He made sure she ended up heartbroken
Her pale skin was so pretty
Yet her skin became rough when it came to her arms
Her brown eyes used to shine
Now her eyes are dulled
His favorite thing about her was her smile
Her smile lightened up the room
Now it no longer made a smile
The girl that once loved bright colors
Now loved the dark colors
How the black dress made her look pretty
-R.M