HOW IT STARTS
A gut wrenching pain no human can hold,
a bed or rumors this person has told.
All my tears are out the door,
I don't have room to cry anymore.
SO I CUT MYSELF
My blood is flowing out my skin,
I've cut so much my skin feels thin.
All my blood is down the drain,
I've cut so much I love the pain.
SO I STARVE MYSELF
The food is good, but not for me,
I have to be this image everyone wants me to be.
All my meals are down the sewer,
there's nothing else for me to do here.
SO, I HANG MYSELF
As you can see life was not for me,
WHO AM I ?
I'm her, he, she, and sometimes the bully.
~ Courtney Dillard
8th Grade
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