This Girl


In a world,
so cold& gray.
Lived a girl,
Who thought of suicide every day.
She found herself,
crying in her room all alone.
She'd cut herself,
down to the bone.

This girl was beautiful,
but didn't believe a soul.
Starving herself for perfection,
was her goal.

I know this girl,
&so do you.
She's the one writing this poem,
&all the others too.

She copes with her depression,
&she's learned to smile again.
She's happy for once,
the happiest she's ever been.

This girl's story,
it's a remarkable tale.
it's depressing, inspiring,
hits the emotions like a hammer to a nail.

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