She couldn't handle the pain
She couldn't handle no love
Had no angels
Watching from above
Just a 15 year old girl
With no hope ahead
So she slit her wrists
And watched as they bled
It hurt so badly
Yet felt so good
She was the only one
Who truly understood
The lies that surround her
Her parents never there
Two faced friends
And no one seems to care
Living this life
she could no longer handle
She hung herself
And now her feet dangle
Her face turned blue
The rest of her body turned white
The cuts on her wrist
What an awful site
She had nothing to gain
And nothing to lose
She was hurt emotionally
Her heart battered and bruised
She felt hopeless
And never ending pain
She had so many people
For this whom she blamed
So on that night
She did herself a favor
When she cut herself
With a bright shiny razor
The she went all the way
And slowly she left
She chose not to live
So she turned to death
This all is what happened
This here that I wrote
I know this because
This was her suicide note
YOU ARE READING
A poem for death
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