Teen death friend poems
She paints a pretty picture
- by Elise Corsmeier 59
She paints a pretty pictureBut all of the ink has run red
This picture is of a bloody battle
That is going on inside her head
She paints a pretty picture
Of a girl in a dress and heels
The mirror shows a skeleton
But still she skips another meal
She paints a pretty picture
But nobody has seen it yet
It is of a shiny razor
That makes her sleeves red and wet
She paints a pretty picture
Of an angel in the sky
That didn't see the point of life
And now they all whisper "suicide"
Now I paint a pretty picture
It's all in black and white
Our memories and childhood dreams
Still I wonder why she took her life
Shattered life
- by Hannah 58
A shattered lifepain and strife
Reflects in a broken mirror
There is a girl
That I used to know
That only resides in there
Pain and sorrow
No hope for tomorrow
They say it's all in her head
But she knows
That if cutting she don't
She will end up dead
All from lack
Pain coming back
This is all to much
Grab the blade
Wash the pain away
Suddenly gushing blood
Not stopping
Pulse is dropping
She's losing all consciousness
Knew this would come
Floor covered in blood
Her final gasp for breath
A shattered life
broken image in my mirror
There is a girl
That I used to know
That only resides in there