Not so long ago
In a land closer than it seems
There lived a silly little girl
With a pocket full of dreams
She was hated as was loved
It didn't matter what she'd done
But the one thing that she knew
Was that she hurt everyone
Too fat and too ugly
Too judgemental and a fool
She could never just be perfect
And society was cruel
It carried on for years
And nobody could decide
Whether this silly little girl
Should get to live or die
So the leader told his people
That something must be done
The poor thing should be dealt with
So it couldn't hurt anyone
At first there was denial
But the number quickly bloated
Soon even the voice of mother
Left the situation quite outvoted
But when asked
"Who would do it?"
As the people shouted blame
Not a single one would volunteer
And hung their heads in shame
A tiny voice right from the back
Suppressed by a nation's shouts
Announced that she could do it
No longer harbouring any doubts
Every single citizen watched
As a blade was drawn with care
The girl aligned it with her heart
To breathe she didn't dare
Instantly her dull eyes closed
A single push was done
Hushed whispers silenced through the land
Watching her smiling teardrops run
When mother found her in the morn
Dried tears still on her face
She knew with greatest certainty
She was not in a better place
How hopeless she was lying there
With blood on the bedroom floor
The only thing to have comfort in
They couldn't hurt her any more
Mother watched the coffin
Now the girl was quite stone dead
Such a pity, sighed society
That the land was within her head
Take heed of this done story
For the many who ruin themselves
Though words might seem so innocent
Our worst critics are ourselves
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
