Hands are ghostless white,
Stinging pain leaving a mark,
While the sun is shining bright.
Why do bark at me at school.
Grabbed,pinched,poked.
Colour turns black and blue.
poems describing depression suicide and school life in my perspective and how shit it is More
Hands are ghostless white,
Stinging pain leaving a mark,
While the sun is shining bright.
Why do bark at me at school.
Grabbed,pinched,poked.
Colour turns black and blue.