please, little girl, please don't cry
don't cut your wrists
don't listen to their lies
please little girl,
i know their words are mean,
but that doesn't make them mean anything
please little girl,
stand your ground
i know the demons in your head are screaming loud
please little girl,
don't starve yourself
your perfect the way you are
please, don't try to be someone else
please little girl,
i want to see you grow up
i'd take all your pain
just please don't kill yourself
YOU ARE READING
where tears may fall.
Poetrywords unspoken and lost, skittering away to plant themselves on paper. i'd love to hear feedback [it may or may not be vital for my self esteem]; thanks for taking the time to read my sad, silly thoughts. [lowercase intended.]
