She's the one in the corner crying.
The girl that no one likes.
The people who hate her,
Are as cold as ice.
They say she's not normal.
Just because she's bi.
So they leave her alone.
While she wishes to die.
In school they treat her poorly.
They push her, hurt her.
They pretend she's faded.
Like she's not even there.
At home, it isn't so great.
The words her family speaks,
Doesn't make things any better,
It only makes her weak.
Tonight, she's just about had it.
She'll go into her room, so cold.
Shut the door behind her,
Remember the words she was told.
She'll cry some more,
And go for her weed.
She'll feel better after,
This is what she needs.
She takes a long hit.
Then rests on her back.
Finishing the bowl,
She slowly will relax.
After the high is gone
And she feels the pain once more.
She decides she can't go on.
Living this life anymore.
She writes a goodbye letter,
Explainining why she chose to go away.
Telling who ever reads this, her feelings
And how she can't bare another day.
She pulls back her hair
Ready to end her life.
To end all this pain.
And to get over this strife.
She pulls out the hidden blade.
Cuts herself deep.
Without a care in the world,
She lets the crimson stream seep.
She soon stops cutting.
Ready to do something more extreme.
So she pictured her hanging.
Just like in her dreams.
She opens her closet.
Looking at the big space.
Thinks to herself.
This is the perfect place.
She wraps the rope around her neck.
Pulls out the chair.
Then steps ontop.
Almost floating in mid air.
Ties the rope around the bar
Ties it real tight.
Thinking to herself,
Tonight is the night.
She leaps up and kicks the chair,
And it falls to the ground.
She then opens her eyes.
For the last time, she looks around.
She slowly slips into the darkness.
Her body hanging so free.
I look down at her.
And whisper, that's me.
As I look back on what I've done,
I look at how I've died.
Then whisper,
That was the perfect suicide...
 
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