Am i pretty enough now?
she stands in front of a mirror...
Should I stay,
Or should I go...
Fairytales and daydreams,
Just illusions before my eyes...
Hidden beneath a foundation disguise,
Gleaming tears, a million sorrowful cries...
Slit a wrist
Start to cry...
She puts herself down
She's teasing to please...
They always say life isn't fair
And I've found out that it's true...
(This poem means a lot to me.. it's for my nan..)
I've known for a while that the end is near...
I'm going to tell you a story
About a confused little girl...
As she steps into the class
Everyone stops to stare...
Assisted Suicide
A sense of loss falls between your fingertips...
And although the pain doesn't show
The hurt it is still there...