You Can't see the Noose


Coming 10,

Had some friends

Had to learn

No bad ends


Coming 12,

Hello World

Oh so broken

Little Girl



Scars and cuts

make them realize

the pain they cause

Hate yourself, ugly- fat, dumb

Death, oh, death another loss



Time has stopped

Try to help the ones who've lost

Pull them out of their struggles

Save them from their mingled minds

Stuck with sadness, hate, frustration

A long string tying their thoughts,

Those clouded thoughts need to be cleared

Loos'n the noose before it's too late

Save someone from the bait

This poem is about: 
Our world


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