Impure Poem by ashley dickerson

little miss death
crying all her tears
little miss pain
built on all your fears
just give it one try
the voices said
there's no way that you can die
and that's how it pulled her in
she gathered up razor blades
and the courage to do
anything to hurt herself
so she`d stop hurting you
she knew that day she'd
gone too far
she`d reached a place where it
seemed no one could help her
she sliced her flesh
and smeared the blood all over the floor
so it would be just like her
totally IMPURE