There was a little girl
That I once knew
She always had the smile, But
Really she had a mask of lies living inside of her
She goes to school hearing those
Negatives names being yelled at her
She goes home and cries to sleep
Dreaming people will notice her
But they just put her down
Having scars that cover half her body.
Nobody she has to pick herself up and try again.
But she can't try again
One day she just thought she's done with this , she's done with people thinking she dosen't exist.
That girl was me .
YOU ARE READING
the suicide mind
Poetry"and you left me with bad habits like cracking my knuckles and wearing your sweater because the smell of you still lingers. you left me chewing at the skin of my skin on my lips because maybe just maybe if it's gone the taste of you will be too, but...
