Happy, that's all she wanted to be,
But she was stuck at school with the bullies everyday until three.
Suffering from depression day by day,
She wished her demons would just so away.
Hoping her life would soon come to an end,
She repeats all the names that she has been called in her head.
She is sick of taking a blade to her wrist every night before bed,
Feeling so numb inside that she swears she is already dead.
Wishing someone would just help her through,
But she knows that the help only exists in her dreams.
She feels no one cares and she is too tired to fight,
So she runs home from school and finally gets the courage to end her life.
She hangs her rope, and writes her notes,
Takes her chair and moves her hair to the other side,
She slips her head through, takes her last breath, and finally she would die.
Happy, that's all she wanted to be, but she was stuck with the bullies everyday until three.
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My Old Poems
PoetryI 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.
