The birds, they flew around her,
The flowers all still bloomed
But the need to leave this planet
Grew stronger as her father fumed
He yelled about her size
And how shed never be much
The veins in his forehead swelled
And he pulled his hand back and he struck
The purple mark grew bigger
Her best friend wanted to know why
'I slipped and fell down the stairs'
She couldn't help but lie.
And then one day just like the first
And many more to come
The poor young girl had had enough
Decided she was done.
(a.l.a)
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Broken Pieces
Poesiaa cluster of poems that have to do with inner struggles such as Ana, Mia, self harm, depression, suicidal tendencies, anxiety, etc. and the occasional fight with someone else. sorry I'm lame.
