She was the girl everyone loved
She was hyper and perky and full of love
But inside she was cold
Her heart was made of stone
She was fighting a battle and no one had known
When she wakes up
From her sleep deprived nights
Her nightmare emerges
Her nightmare's her life
But her life's no more
For the demons have won
They handed her the knife
The sharpest one
When we were little
We dreamed of growing up
We're half way there
And wanting to give up
Society killed the teens
Although some dodged the bullet
With the trigger in our hand
We want to pull it
A gun in one hand
A note in the other
We sometimes wonder
If living is worth the bother
~ *sigh* I feel so stupid for loving you ~
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Poems and Quotes ~ depression and self-harm~
Poetry~ poems and quotes about love, self-harm, getting hurt, and depression ~
