Just another depressed girl.

You

You are so fucking adorable.

Today in art class when she asked you that question and you shrugged and did that weird but cute thing you do when you walk away.

I smiled cause you are so adorable.

I saw her look at me as I glanced at you and smiled.

She looked mad.

I didn't care.

She goes around you and talks to you.

Then goes to me and says "I'm his new friend now"

Bitch she barely knows you.

She doesn't smile when you do your cute adorable things.

When you make that face while working on something.

The way you tell your cute little jokes.

The way you called me your princess.

The way your eyebrows furrow when you're confused.

The way you do anything.

Everything about you is the same.

Except me.

You still don't talk to me.

Then he is getting on my last nerve.

He is one of the only people that know I cut or has been suicide thoughts.

Then when we read that chapter in the book.

The boy is depressed and tries to commit sucicd by cutting. It says he regrets what he did to himself. And he promised he would never do it again.

When the teacher went over it i was covering my ears.

Everything was too familiar.

The pain of the blade but also finding the relief.

The questions.

I kept my ears covered because I couldn't hear a story that I've heard come out of me.

Everyone changes.

I was the popular girl that had a lot of friends but was nice.

Now I'm the emo freak that has zero friends and is depressed.

But you really haven't changed.

Everything is the same except the delusion that you give out that nothing ever happened.

But something did happen.

And it's all his fault.

Not mine.

Not yours.

His.

He lied. Yet you are still friends with him while I'm off to the side.

Away from the crowd.

The demons of the day
Are worse than the words that you say
Yet everything was ok
When you were mine..