A bitch, a whore, a slut,
They wonder why she cuts,
As she picked up the blade,
She thought her scars would never fade,
But slowly they did,
Making it easier to forbid,
She's sad, depressed, broken,
Until one day, her last words were never spoken,
As she dropped to the floor,
Her parents were banging on the locked door,
Blood dripping down,
You can see she always had a frown,
The very next day,
Her friends cried,
Asking why she would ever end her life,
The bullies regret the things that had said,
But they can't take back the words,
That infected her head,
Everyone's face had a frown,
As she was being lowered into the ground,
Bitch, loser, weird, freak,
Please, please, please think before you speak.
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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. ~~~
