by Brehannah
(Sapupla, Oklahoma USA)
Look at my face. tell me what you see.
people say that they see a wonderful little girl who is growing into a woman.
my size will never matter. What will matter will be that I can do all things if I put my mind to it.
If you look at my wrists I plead you not to. For they are covered in scars from cuts and burns.
The reason for the cuts and burns are caused by multiple situations...
being bullied.
having divorced parents.
And not having people who care about me
they are the reason I have the cuts and depression
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