I don’t want to do this anymore
Alone in the bathroom, on the floor
Desperately trying to get some relief
Hard as I try I cant seem to numb this grief
I need a new to way to channel my pain
To rid myself of the haunting images tearing through my brain.
I don’t want to be the girl that’s about to whither away
Meeting the typical cheerleader cliché
I hate the people talking as I pass them at school
They give me dirty looks and always say something cruel
So once again I put my head down and push on through
Their words weigh on my heavily because I know that they’re true
So once again I go home and stick my finger down my throat, to get some relief
Desperately trying to numb this grief
I don’t want to do this anymore
Alone in the bathroom, on the floor
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem