She couldn't handle the pain,
Couldn't Handle no love,
Had no Angels,
Watching her from above.
Just a 14 year-old girl,
With no hope ahead,
So she cut her wrists,
And watched as they bled.
It hurt so badly,
Yet it felt so good,
She was the only one,
Who truly understood.
The lies that surrounded her,
Her parents never there,
Her two-faced friends,
No one seemed to care.
Living this life,
She could no longer handle.
She hung herself,
As her feet dangled.
Her face turned blue,
The rest of her body white.
The cuts on her wrists,
What an awful sight.
She had nothing to gain,
And nothing to lose,
She was hurt emotionally,
Battered and bruised.
She felt hopeless,
And her never ending pain.
She had so many people,
For this who she blamed.
So on that night,
She did herself a favour,
When she cut herself,
With her razor.
She then went all the way,
And slowly she left,
She chose not to live and turned to death.
This is all what happened everything here that I wrote,
I know this because,
It's her suicide note..
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Poems For Death✔️
PoetryThey sound really pretty and there here for anyone who wants to read them. ~~~ My style of writing has improved so if you don't like these please check out my new book called A Poem For Death. ~~~
