The girl who isn't so perfect,
sits in her cold scarry room,
she listens to depressing things,
wonders why she has a messed up life,
she never has good luck that lasts,
she has covered up cuts,
cuts from every little screw up,
even her boyfriends name,
she wishes everything would end.

The girl wants to take her blade and slit her wrists,
she wants to feel the lasting pain,
see the crying blood come down,
shw wants to cover her face so no one knows her,
she's just way to depressed for life,
she thinks of every way to have death.

The girl is way to scarred to go through with life,
she thinks she'll screw up everything,
why would anyone want to be with her she's just so down.

The girl talks to her boy every night,
but still she doesn't think it's enough,
she wants to be with him everyday and everynight,
he's all she ever thinks about,
she just doesn't want either to get hurt.

By: Macie Hamm



I know this poem isn't as good as my other one but I tried.
 
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