Killing Me Slowly
Pale withered skin,
Punctuated by lines of red.
Killing her slowly.
Weighing herself,
Starving herself,
Killing her slowly.
Enveloped in sorrow,
Scarred and lonely,
Killing herself slowly.
I think on this as I go to bed,
My wish is to soothe my aching head.
And I'm still killing me slowly.
P.S. No, I'm not an emo-child, I just had to get stuff off my back with this poem.
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