Broken Poem by Gerdy Whirlwindsoldier

Nobody wants a broken barbie,
A small dead body
Sometimes she just feels
Like crying, or dying,
But she's to small, to young
But life's gone dull, gone black
They don't believe her deadly words,
Her meaningless curse,
It's worse, she's worse, so worse
Her deadly blade,
She's got no aid,
A deadly feat
The pills so sweet,
So sweet,
The world starts turning,
Twisting, and whirling
The floor coming so fast,
At last, at last.
I'm free.