Even A Perfect Girl! by -Paper-wings-

Even a perfect girl asks herself why
She is holding a razor and wants to die
She watches the blood healthy and red
knowing in her mind she is better off dead
watch her crumble
see her fall
Watch her stumble
Hear her call
look inside
why cant you see
that girl
She's me

*please comment and/or rate this is my first ever poem i wrote and means so much to me*