As she closed her walls of trust,
She opened her arms with cuts.
When they said she was funny, beautiful and kind.
No they lie!
"One more cut" said her mind.
You often hear her say "do you think they like me?"
The answer always yes.
No they lie!
Her arms now a scared and bloody mess.
Soon her life's going nowhere,
She's disgusted to look in the mirror.
Picks up the blade...
This will make it clearer.
Her mind like serenity; a few seconds she can't keep.
Because then comes the panic that she cut too deep.
This girl was a daughter, a sister and a friend.
Just one more cut caused her life to end.
Her mam is depressed, her sister can't find a cure.
Her friends blame themselves for abandoning her.
Why couldn't anybody see she was braking inside.
If then they could of prevented her suicide.
AUTHORS NOTE:
That's a poem I wrote a year ago while my mate was going through a rough time... Writing helps me?.. I could write about a fish named spoon (which I have) and feel better:) I know my poetry needs mass improvement... And that's why I'm here so please help out :D Thanks
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