Scratching the Surface (Poems)

At The Grave

Um 

Hello. 

It's me. 

Yeah. 

That girl. 

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Listen, I just...

Uh... 

Well... 

How do I say this? 

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I'm sorry, alright? 

Sorry about what I did. 

Can't you leave me alone, now? 

I didn't mean to. 

Honest. 

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Are you happy now? 

Huh? Are you? 

Now that you've gotten your revenge? 

Now that everyone thinks 

I'm some kind of villain? 

Now that my life is ruined? 

Are you happy now, 

You little freak? 

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But no. 

You wouldn't be happy, 

Would you?

No. 

You'd just stare at me 

With your big brown eyes 

And ask if I'm alright. 

'Cause you're stupid 

And trusting 

And just so... 

So... 

Innocent. 

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I'm sorry. 

I'm sorry about everything. 

I wish I could take it all back. 

I wish I could have seen that you 

were really hurting. 

I'm sorry I yelled at you. 

I'm sorry I called you names. 

I'm sorry I hit you. 

I'm so sorry. 

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And now you're gone. 

'Cause your dad hit you too hard. 

And your skinny little body 

Couldn't take it anymore. 

And now I'm the girl 

That bullied you 

And helped make your life 

A living hell. 

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They say I'm a villain? 

Well... 

They're right. 

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So now you're here. 

In this filthy little grave, 

Dug by social workers 

Who are as much at fault as I. 

With only your name 

And your life 

And some cheesy little line 

About how you'll be missed. 

And now, 

Now that all the mourners 

Have gone away,

It seems I'm the only one left. 

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And I guess 

Before I go, 

I might as well leave this rose 

On your bare grave. 

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Really,

It's the least I can do