A bitch, a whore, a slut
They wonder why she cuts
As she picks up her blade
She never thought her scars would fade
But slowly they did
Making it easier to forbid
She's sad, depressed, and broken
Until her last words never spoken
As she falls to the floor
Her parents bang on her locked door
As the blood drips down
You can see she always had a frown
The very next day her "friends" would cry
Wondering why
Why she took her own her life
The bullies regretted every verbal knife
But those words poisoned her head
And now she is dead
Bitch, loser, weird, freak
Please, please, please think before you speak
By: Mandi
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Poetry
PoetryI wrote poetry. I've finally decided to publish it. I've gone through hell and come back.
