Shes hiding In the bathroom
Blood splattered on the floor
She burst into tears
With her back pressed against the door
She looks in the mirror
And guess what she sees?
An ugly worthless piece of shit
Because that's what Shes came to believe
But these cuts on her wrist
just won't seem to do it
So She grabs a pack of pills
Twists off the lid
They told her to die
So she did
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Mixed Emotions :):
PoetryBullying, self harm, cutting, depression, and more. Read if you like poetry.
