Poetry From A Dying Girl
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Complete, First published Jan 12, 2016
I just sit in my room after hours with the moon,
And think of who knows my name,
Would you cry if I died,
Would you remember my face.
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You know that feeling when you feel like you want to kill yourself? Not out of sadness, but out of hatred? That's the feeling that I've felt my entire life. Everyday, when you look at the clock and you just see the seconds hand slowly move around the clock. When it'd just stop raining and you see the raindrops fall slowly off the wall. Sometimes when you're just sitting in class and you blur the whole world out and think. The life of every high schooler. Sometimes the world is just so terrible and annoying, you have no other idea than just to commit suicide.