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Have you heard about that girl?
Who had attempted and tried
Finally the fifth time
She committed suicide.
She locked herself in the bathroom
To drive away the pain,
She took a razor blade
And cut deep into her veins.
Her mother walked upstairs
And knocked on the door,
Only to find her daughter
Lying helplessly on the floor.
She ran to her daughter,
Picked her up and cried
Screaming and shouting
"Why God, Why?"
She called the paramedics
And as they were taking her away,
She asked herself what she could've done
To make her daughter stay.
Who had attempted and tried
Finally the fifth time
She committed suicide.
She locked herself in the bathroom
To drive away the pain,
She took a razor blade
And cut deep into her veins.
Her mother walked upstairs
And knocked on the door,
Only to find her daughter
Lying helplessly on the floor.
She ran to her daughter,
Picked her up and cried
Screaming and shouting
"Why God, Why?"
She called the paramedics
And as they were taking her away,
She asked herself what she could've done
To make her daughter stay.
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This girl
Yeah I know this girl
She wears that smile
To let everyone know shes fine
But i know that
She is sick of trying
To get your attention
She's tired of crying
Herself to sleep
But yeah she smiles
But inside she is dying
Because she can't have you
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I am a Girl
I let out a cry,
As you shove me into a wall,
Of the darkened hall,
I slid down to a sitting position,
As you worsen my condition,
My eyes blurred by tears,
But you can't seem to hear.
I am a girl,
You should treat me fair,
Instead of yelling and hitting,
And pulling out my hair.
Leaving me crying,
In the dark,
You start to breaking and throwing,
Things that are sharp,
Glass start to fly,
I hope it gets into your eye,
But instead it hits me in the thigh.
I am a girl,
You should treat me fair,
Instead of yelling and hitting,
And pulling out my hair.
Police arrives at the door,
And they pin you to the floor,
They take me to a home,
Where I'
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That Girl was Me
The girl with blood on her pillow
Because at night, her monsters won't leave her mind alone
So she tears
At the never healing scars
The girl with burn tracks down her face
Tears just weren't enough
They couldn't show the loss, the emotion
So, this was her way of showing her pain
The girl with wire sewn lips
Because the world showed her
Her pleading words will never change a thing
She has no power to help anyone, so why let her try
The girl that has blackened feet
Bruises from walking a million miles
Following closely behind someone
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I feel like I haven't uploaded in forever, so..here ya guys go. I think it's kinda lame, but I couldn't sleep, so I wrote in my notebook at 12-1 am ish. Hope ya like it though.
Btw, this isn't real. I just made it up. I write a lotta depressing poems or lit about depression I suppose, but while I was writing this I was listening to "To Write Love On Her Arms" by London. Check it out on YouTube: [link]
Titled "Story of a Girl" b/c I'm too lazy to think of a good title. And no, it has nothing to do with that song.
Btw, this isn't real. I just made it up. I write a lotta depressing poems or lit about depression I suppose, but while I was writing this I was listening to "To Write Love On Her Arms" by London. Check it out on YouTube: [link]
Titled "Story of a Girl" b/c I'm too lazy to think of a good title. And no, it has nothing to do with that song.
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