She's gone insane
Brain dead
Lost her mind
It left her head
Blood drains from her arm
Life's filled with dread
She cries at night
Alone in bed
She's not pretty
Or skinny
Or light
Her soul is dark
Her heart isn't bright
Killing herself would make her feel right
But the fear of hell gives her a fright
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
