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The Girl.
She shows no emotion as she tears up her arm,
Proof of corruption from a mind full of harm.
She sighs as she looks at the mess she's made,
Her dirty nails no longer jade.
She panics as her door swings open,
The face of her Mother screaming, heartbroken.
The Mother hugs her, the girl refuses,
Nobody shall know of her mental abusers.
She shows no emotion as she tears up her arm,
Proof of corruption from a mind full of harm.
She sighs as she looks at the mess she's made,
Her dirty nails no longer jade.
She panics as her door swings open,
The face of her Mother screaming, heartbroken.
The Mother hugs her, the girl refuses,
Nobody shall know of her mental abusers.
The second of the short poems that I came up with today during school when I wasn't feeling all too well. This is what happens when I buy a notebook and am in the mood to write poetry. Oh well.
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This is really good poetry. I have a friend who write sorta similar stuff, I'll link you to her, go have a read, you might like it.