The song of the unfortunates

Mind of the suicidal

Hi. This isn't part of the poem genre, but anything that is in bold is the non-suicidal part of the girl's brain, and non-bold is the suicidal side. This is based on a real conversation with my friend.

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Heya!

Hi

How be you?

I be ok...

Why the ...?

I just...I don't know. How be you?

Good thanks. By the way if you remember this say elephant!

Yay! Elephant.

Few minutes later...

Somebody kill me,

I can't do it myself.

Please help me,

I don't want to live.

So much is going wrong,

I'm ugly and I'm fat.

Woah, Woah, Woah calm down.

Don't you see, I can't.

Sure you can. Listen, let your friends help you. They want you to live. They couldn't live without you.

But I'm scared...

Of what? You have brilliant friendships with loads of people, and you are fun to be around. You don't need to be scared.

I could escape this world. I could...

Don't you dare!

But I offend so many people. Like today...

You don't, and even if you do it will be by accident, and your friends will forgive at once.

But I haven't got anything to live for...

Shut up! You are perfect, you get great levels and you have supportive friends. Now go do something fun.