Here's a shitty poem of mine. My friends say its good though.
A little girl got home and looked into the mirror,
And when she did she saw sadness, hate, and fear.
She lay down and started to cry,
And thought to herself, why live, why?
The salty wet tears soaked through her bed,
Instead of living she would rather be dead.
She began writing her goodbye letter,
Starting off with, this is the end.
She wrote goodbye to her family and her very best friends,
Saying no matter what they'd be friends till the bitter-sweet end.
She didn't want to live any more,
With that thought she fell to the floor.
She put the knife up to her wrist,
And ever so tightly she clenched her shaking fist.
She sobbed so hard as she dug the knife into her skin,
When she saw her deep crimson blood she began to grin.
I'm so glad this is all over she thought,
I'm so tired of being someone I'm not.
Just like that she ended her life,
With nothing in her hand but a letter and a knife.
A little girl got home and looked into the mirror,
And when she did she saw sadness, hate, and fear.
She lay down and started to cry,
And thought to herself, why live, why?
The salty wet tears soaked through her bed,
Instead of living she would rather be dead.
She began writing her goodbye letter,
Starting off with, this is the end.
She wrote goodbye to her family and her very best friends,
Saying no matter what they'd be friends till the bitter-sweet end.
She didn't want to live any more,
With that thought she fell to the floor.
She put the knife up to her wrist,
And ever so tightly she clenched her shaking fist.
She sobbed so hard as she dug the knife into her skin,
When she saw her deep crimson blood she began to grin.
I'm so glad this is all over she thought,
I'm so tired of being someone I'm not.
Just like that she ended her life,
With nothing in her hand but a letter and a knife.
