Miranda That girl was so happy When she finally moved inside To try a new life And hopefully past time She went to a new school And met many friends There were parties and sleepovers She would never go back again To her old life The life she left The life she missed The life where she wept She tried to be happy It worked for a while The her eyes faded and so did her smile Her parents were mean And didn’t understand The way she acted again and again She was grounded a lot Stayed confined in her room Didn’t trust anyone And became suicidal soon No one loved her She thought in her head She wanted some help Before she ended up dead Her grades soon dropped Then she had no friends She really wanted her life to end One day in her room She found a knife Cut deeply in her arm Just for the fright The bloods oozed down her fingers She quickly wiped it away To erase any evidence That should never stay She did this abuse About three times a day To punish her self For not thinking straight She had to wear long clothes To cover up any scars To hide the secret From her ma and pa One day at school Someone teased her pretty bad She fled away And felt really sad She locked her self in her room And found her knife Started slashing her arm From left to right She cut to hard And to close the the vein She passed out And was really afraid She finally knew She was about to die She thought she wanted this But that was a lie Her mom and dad Came back from work Called her name But no one answered They kicked open the door And found her on the bed Her mom screamed “ She can’t be dead!” She was in the hospital Tubes all inside of her She tried to remember what happened But everything was a blur All she knew Was that she hated her life She came close to suicide A few days later That girl was dead This is the last thing She actually said Dear parents I know that I hurt you But listen you hurl me too If only you loved me And actually cared I could still be standing Right over there My name is Miranda I’m only sixteen I’m dying of self-abuse Like many other teens
Reason for writing:
i know its a really long poem.. but still it expresses a lot of what people go thru who do have problems with cutting themselves.. this is just a story of a gerl who went to far with it.. and ended up dead
Birth sign: Virgo
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