Feeling like no one understands a thing you say.
They couldnt, wouldnt, shouldnt get it anyway.
Your the only one on the planet feeling this way.
Having to live with yourself, but telling yourself to go away.
You wish you could live in a moment, anything but now.
You gather up the courage to manuever anyhow.
Although it hurts you, its what you have to allow.
You've put up with it this long..., take a bow.
Your not standing in the same skin you were that day.
When your reflection stared you dead in the face.
The longer you looked, the faster your heart would race.
You thought of every mean and cruel thing they would say.
Nothing ran through your mind but to end what'd ruined you.
Without thinking you pulled your fist far far back and then you knew...
You'd done what the devil inside wanted you to do.
To crush your ugly pitiful reflection! But there was still you.
Blood running down your hands, it had hurt real bad.
But you hadnt felt it then, cause then you were mad.
Contemplating your life, thinking of your worth made you sad.
Done everything you couldve, you thought you had!
But there was one thing left that you had to do.
It was a thought that in your mind ran through and through.
Something you could fathom, something good for you.
To end your life now was the problem solving clue.
You couldnt endure it anymore, their teasing and their laughs.
Once they dumped you enough, you believed you were trash.
So you drove fast out onto the railroads of Walbash...
And sat right in front of the train. You sat....so you would crash.
Just know this my deceased 16 year old Lucille.
I knew just how you would feel.
Like you could never heal.
But you didnt have to leave.
Your soul, you didnt have to kill.
I'll miss you.
Your mother,
Jeanette
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I have no idea where the story behind this came from but the poem was inspired by RowanTreeMystery. Thanks for reading! Please vote & comment! [:
