she was delusional to think any one really cared
she tugged hard on the rope, tightening the knot
she stepped up for once in her god damn life
the tears, they poured
her cheeks, red raw
sick and tired
exhausted from being a failure
the rope, it grazed her innocent skin
she kicked the stall from underneath her
snap, went her neck
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Puisiwhen life gets me down, i write // highest ranking: #1 in poetry #2 in hot poetry
