A poem.
She couldn’t handle the pain,
Couldn’t handle no love,
Had no angels,
Watching her from above.
Just a 13 year old girl,
With no hope ahead,
She cut her wrists,
And watched as they bled.
It hurt so bad,
Yet felt so good,
She was the only one,
That truley understood
The lies that surrounded her,
Her parents were never there,
Her two faced friends,
Nobody seemed to care.
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