Gemma O' Hanlon
She'D Rather Lie - Poem by Gemma O' Hanlon
White wrists painted red,
Lying motionless on her bed,
She couldn't hide it any longer
She wishes she was stronger.
Looking in the mirror I see,
That same girl looking back at me.
I don't think I can get up off the floor.
I can't do this anymore.
Writing always helps the pain,
Cutting was actually keeping her sane.
Her friends worried, but never said a word.
They couldn't see through the lies she conjured.
That one boy, could break her so easily.
That one girl, the girl who is me,
She needs to be saved,
Before its to late.
Look under her sleeves,
Gape at the secret she wants no one to see.
The lines on her pale white wrists, all puffy and red,
All the pain she only bled.
Help her, she's dying inside,
All because she'd rather lie.
She doesn't want to worry anyone,
But all the pain; it's poison
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