Her Darkest Days

She's found a broken road,

That she walks alone.

The cuts on her arm throb,

The cuts on her thigh burn.

The girl cries invisible tears

can she ever be helped?

Don't send me away, she cried.

She tried so hard not to go.

She needs help they said...

The girl she thought she could be, was gone... 

But she didn't care, 

Not anymore.

Shoot me in the head, she plead.

She wanted so bad to be dead...


  • Frank Prem

    rough times. These too pass, but,

    rough times in the meanwhile.

    • EmoQueen

      yeah no joke

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