Depression is her war.
She offers empty smiles, she has broken dreams.
Everyday is a continuing battle.
The pain takes her to new extremes.
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“How are you?” they ask.
She remembers the broken promises, how the people changed,
“Fine,” she says, the same lie everyday.
Why can’t her life be rearranged?
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Sticks and stones may break her bones,
Punches are thrown and blood is shed.
The words force their way into her mind and heart.
Going to school was to dread.
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“Ugly, tired, stupid, fat, lonely, sad, lazy, insecure.”
She’s hurting inside, amidst the downpour of rain,
Their words are drowning her.
She goes through so much pain.
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She’s full of broken thoughts,
Stuck beyond burnt bridges, running with cut thighs,
And she knows she can’t be saved.
In the pain she cries.
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She’s silently screaming inside,
Full of dark secrets, living with dead heart,
Even she wonders if she’s still alive.
On her body she puts her art.
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She knows of their lies,
And the words hurt so she starves.
She doesn’t want to play their games anymore.
The pain in her skin she carves.
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Death seems more and more perfect,
With one truth, and no hope,
She knows the end is near.
She longed for a new way to cope.
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They called “Emergency!” and the ambulance came,
Took them to the bright lights and the hospital bed,
They’d found her in a crimson pool on the bathroom floor.
They’ll soon find out she’s dead.
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The voices finally killed her,
So now breaking hearts, she finally flies,
Filling their empty hearts with shadows of her memory.
They learn to listen to a girl who lies.
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Depression was her war.
She offered empty smiles, she had broken dreams.
Everyday was a continuing battle.
The pain took her to the extremes.
