"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 to easier to forbid.
She sad, depressed, broken,
Until one day her last words were never spoken.
As she dropped to the floor,
Her parents were banging on her locked door.
Blood dripping down,
You can see she always had a frown.
The very next day her friends cried,
Asking why she would end her life.
The bullies regret everything they 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 in the ground.
Bitch, loser, weird, freak,
Please, please think before you speak."
~Unknown
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PoetryA collection of poems and stories for the broken, lost, afraid, recovery, heartbroken, depressed, and many more. *Trigger warning possibly for some of these*
