She thinks she is dying
because she's in so much pain
the life she is living
she cannot regain.
She sits in her room
cutting herself
to get out the frustration
and anger of someone else.
She tries not to cry
when she sees other happy
because she knows the life she's living
it isn't all that happy.
So she's back in her room
cutting herself
and her mom walks in,
she starts to cry
not wanting her daughter to die
but the wound was to deep
she now has nothing to keep
because her daughter is dead
no more life
never ahead.
So I want you to know
that death is cruel but also sad
the girl in this poem
never really knew her dad.
She was an outcast in school
a girl nobody really liked
because she wore black lipstick
and had her hair dyed.
She'd still go to school
even though she wasn't liked
even though they told her she was a mistake
and always a dike.
What nobody ever knew
was that she'd take matters to the extreme
cutting herself made her die
she committed suicide.
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