The decision was made.
She went through her school day,
Hidden behind her smile.
Her plan for that night was set in stone.
All worked out.
She dropped constant hints,
All her friends missed them.
Thought she was just having a bad day.
Nothing extreme.
But inside her head,
That's where she had given up.
She was done with fighting.
She was finished with trying.
She called out for help,
But no one got the message.
No one realized.
She wanted you to kneel and comfort her.
She wanted you to cover her in kisses.
She wanted you to tell her you loved her.
But you didn't.
You got annoyed.
You got defensive.
She blamed herself.
That's where she set her fate.
She fell captive to the demons.
She gave in.
Never did she resist.
Never did she protest.
But she did scream for help.
When she walked away,
She wanted you to chase after.
When she needed you to change her mind.
She dropped the hints.
She lied to you.
You said you could always tell.
But you must've lied too.
She swore she'd see you in hell.
She was ready to face death.
For she had given up.
Her thoughts choked her.
Her heart suffocated her.
She couldn't wait for her lungs to forever stop.
She pleaded to be stopped.
But no one felt anything wrong.
No one.
Poor girl she was.
She thought she meant a lot,
Apparently not.
You said you knew when something was wrong.
How come you didn't notice?
How come you didn't call?
How come you didn't hold her hands?
Push her to the wall and kiss her senseless.
She wanted your attention the most.
Honey, you said she didn't need to worry.
She saw you and the other.
Your girl saw your smile and bright eyes,
All the while you were hanging with another.
She wasn't jealous.
She was sad that the other made your happier.
She was torn that she couldn't make you smile.
She was heartbroken.
When she yelled,
She was hurting.
She wanted to cry on your shoulder.
She needed you lips.
But you made her feel worse.
She hurt you.
She scared you.
She destroyed you.
All she ever was.
All she ever will be,
Is a hurricane that hurts everyone around her.
She went home and cried.
She pried open that pencil sharpener,
And the rest was history.
It wasn't your fault.
It never is.
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Emotional Shorts
RandomThis is just a book of what I want to write down. I put it on here hoping it could help others see that their not alone. I would not call them stories or poems. Just thoughts that get stuck in my head for the day, or even just a scene I wish to add...
