She sits in the back all alone. She has no friends, she has nobody. She feels so alone. No one to turn to when she feels down. What should she do?? She knows exactly what she needs to do, She's going to do it tonight. After school she runs home holding back tears she runs in her room pulls out that razor for the last time. She slits her wrist and blood drips all down her arm. She is finally dead and no one noticed she was gone.
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Poems For The Broken
PoetryA collection of poems made by, for or about the broken. If you want your poem to be featured in the book, please PRIVATE MESSAGE the author with: -The poem -The name of the poem -The authors name (can be anonymous if you wish) ----> dogpower77...
