Part 247- poem by jasmine_rosie

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"What is your story?" They asked. I told them it would be something they'd regret. They said they didn't care, and now it something they'll never forget.
Thinking it would be okay, I told them more than most. Not leaving out any details and now they look pale as ghosts. My best friend died in a very tragic way. I lost her to suicide, I still miss her to this day. My father thinks I'm worthless, gets drunk and calls me trash. Then he doesn't remember the next day, but I guess it's in the past. My grandmother had cancer but she finally lost the fight. They say she ended up in a better place when she went towards the light. My mother claims she loves me but at night I hear her whispers down the hall, she talks to her best friend and says, "I wish I never had her at all." My step dad thinks I'm an embarrassment, doesn't want me anywhere near him. Because of all of this I am slowly giving in. Remember the kids who wanted to hear the story? I warned them it was something they'd regret. They refused to believe me, now it's burned into their brains. Something they don't want to remember but will never forget.

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