Question:
Like my poem???
Scared, alone, troubled, misread ,
sometimes i think she'd rather be dead,
she lies awake crying all night,
sick of everyone, full of fright
She turns to raors, needles and knifes,
they only know one of her many lives
she can only be hurt by what they say,
face down, eyes shut she will peacefully lay.
Additional Details1 week ago
Im only 13. its not my best but its what came to my head. Be very honest.
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1 week agoIm only 13. its not my best but its what came to my head. Be very honest.