The Girl who killed herself

Don’t talk to her
She’s in too deep
Drowning in her own pain.

Her eyes are empty
An endless void
A reflection of her life.

She can’t sleep
She can’t eat
Just keeps awaiting her doom.

Everyday
A new mask
Everyday
A new pretense.

Lost in her own nightmares
She murdered her hopes
Strangled her joy.

No tears shed
For this living corpse
No remorse
For her bleeding heart.

That’s how she lives
That’s who she is
The girl who killed herself.

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10 comments on “The Girl who killed herself

  1. I am glad this is only fiction lovely….(hugs) xx

  2. My dad killed himself when I was six. Hope you’ll write some more poetry. Soon. This is too good!

  3. This touched my heart!
    I’m in tears!!

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