Hush little angel dont you cry,
Please dont slit your wrists or cut your thighs.
Please eat, you dont have to starve,
You're beautiful just the way you are.
Put down the razor, it'll be alright,
Put away the pills, you'll win this fight.
Now please start eating, I can see your bones.
I promise you're beautiful from head to toe.
I'll help you through this, I promise I'll try,
Just please I beg you, don't say goodbye.
You cant loose this fight, you're too beautiful to go,
We all love you so very much so,
Hush little angel don't you cry,
Put down the razor, you'll win this fight.
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My Old Poems
PoésieI came about my old poems from when I was having a rough time, and I realized that they weren't half bad so I thought I'd share them.
