Once upon a time,
there was a girl with beautiful scars,
she called herself nothing
because that was what she was
and that was what she feels
many times she wanted to run
to run so far from home
and never return
the walls that she built fell
she’s mad at herself, at her family
nothing special, nothing important
she’s hurting, her heart’s beating
no matter where she looks
it all seems so dark
she whispered to herself that
everything’s gonna be okay
but she can’t drown the demons
inside of her
they know how to swim
she’s crying, she’s hurting
she’s a grenade and she’ll explode
which will bring casualties
and damage to everyone
she holds her own hand
she gives herself a hug
and a slash on each ****** wrist
she wants to go so
she grabbed a chair and a rope
and hung herself to tears
she left a note that says
"maybe I'm better off dead".