WARNING: This poem does contain suicide and slight substance abuse and may be triggering for some
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A penny
With every penny tossed into the well,
With every wish she ever made,
a piece of herself dissapeared,
she wished to change so much about herself.
That by the end of it all she wasn't even the same person.
Sure, she may have looked vaguely similiar, and have the same name
But mentally, she was completely different
Her mild temper and her head strong ways
were replaced with a placid attitude and false courage
All of the flaws and imperfections that made her human,
slowly,
then all at once vanquished.
she became a plastic version of who she wished to be
All of her bizarre quirks and obsessions were painted over
slathered in a thick layer of makeup
made of drugs and fake interests
a simple shell of her former self
she finally ended the pain of it all
when she held the gun to her head
and pulled the trigger,
or maybe she was dead long before that, when her mind had first started to rot
and her nights consisted of slit wrists and empty containers of prozac
she tried so hard to be someone that she wasn't,
and in the end that's what really killed her
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if you ever need someone to talk to I'm here
love all of you, remember to keep your head up even when you feel like drowning
until next time
bye my lovely's
YOU ARE READING
Meraki
PoetryWARNING: slightly/extremely cringy poems I wrote in 7th and 8th grade so be prepared let the notes carry you away to a far away land where your thoughts can stray keep your head above the water, even when you feel like drowning depressing, happy, a...
