What's this?
She asks,
Turning to them
It's called friends
They say
Go and talk to them
Why did they ignore me?
She asks
Feeling emptiness inside
Because they don't need you
They say
And they don't want you
What's this feel inside?
She asks
Clutching her chest
That's loneliness
They answer
That feeling will never leave
What's this?
She asks
Holding a razor
That's an paintbrush
And your arm is the canvas
They answer
She paints a beautiful picture
On her arm
With vibrant red streaks
Why did they make fun of my art?
She asks
Hiding her arms with a jacket
Because they don't understand
They don't know know
They answer
What's this?
She asks
Holding a knife
That...
They stop and think
That belongs in your heart
She nods
Plunging the knife into her heart
Making vibrant red steaks on the ground
Shriveling up
Nothing more
than a husk
Where do I go now?
She asks
Looking around
Teach others the lesson
We taught you
They answer
She turns
And sees a small boy sitting alone
Perfect
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