The Dead Girl Poem by Ryann Holland

I’m a dead girl,
I think to myself,
I’m hated; I hang my head low,
And feel a pithy of shame.
What did I do to make people hate me?
Is it that I don’t belong on this earth?
I walk through the halls at school,
And people laugh and stare,
Some people start approaching me and I get scared.

I’m a dead girl,
I think to myself,
I’m invisible to everyone.
I walk around like a ghost.
The only one who notices me is my
Shadow on the wall.

I’m a dead girl,
I think to myself,
As I watch blood drip from my arm,
And the blade drops to the floor.
As I collapse,
All I can think of is,
I’m a dead girl.

I’m a dead girl,
I think to myself,
As I awake in the hospital bed.
IV’s stuck in my arm,
And bandages wrapped around them.
What was I thinking?
I was thinking,
I’m a dead girl.