Desperate Measures

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Mood: Hurting

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Everyone says she is a nobody

But only when she isn't listening

Or when they think she isn't

Little do they know she hears every word

And it kills her inside to know that that is how people see her

So she hides in her room

Playing her "emo" music

Letting their words cut her

Allowing the words to hurt her

If only to strengthen her

"It hurts now" she tells herself

"But one day in the future, I will be better"

With that in mind she gets up every morning

Pulls her clothes on

Puts on her shoes

Grabs her bag

And goes to school

Smiling like she isn't affected

Not letting the high school drama hurt her

Until that night when she lets it hurt

To strengthen herself

The measures she takes

To make herself better are

Desperate measures

But she has to do what she can

If only to get better

And not let others see the part of her she hides

The side of her that no-one will see

Because one day

Because of these desperate measures she takes

That side of her will be dead.

Dead and gone.

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