Depressed - Poem by Marissa Dunken
A locked door,
A rusty razor,
A towel stained with red,
A folded note on the floor,
A broken mirror,
A Young girl lays there dead.
Their emotions in a tangle,
The room begins to swirl,
She was not mom's perfect angel,
But was Daddy's little girl...
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