Theres advil in the cabinet
in a big round container
filled with aqua pills
theres a razor in the shower
a fresh sharp blade
shining nice and new
theres an empty can of pills in the cabinet
advil i think it said
i heard that girl slip them down her throat
made her cough
made her faint
made her die
theres blood on the razor
she slit her thighs many times
nice and messy
or
nice and neat
theres ice in the freezer
in the tray that mom keeps it in
filled with cold burning flames
theres salt in the shaker
sweet and white
burning tool, touch your skin not a
fool
theres no more salt in the shaker
no more ice in the tray
combine the to this is dismay to those who pray
weak and weary
yet strong and powerful
she is weak against the blade
yet strong to her beliefs
fall o mighty worlds and fallow
those that are true
it is her not you
`please comment and vote (i think this is the shittiest poem ive ever wirtten in ym entire life so i seriosly wouldnt mind if u gave me a 1.i cant write anymore this sux ass)~
