Dead Girls Tell No Lies: A Novel In Poems

Page Four: Dude, You Have No Idea

You can say

I was stupid.

I respect your opinion.

But you never knew.

You never cared.

Your opinion doesn't matter.

It doesn't change the fact that I'm gone.

You can say

Your sorry you never helped.

Maybe you really are sorry.

But would you have noticed me,

Helped me,

Cared for me

When I was living?

You can say

That I could have made it through

All the jumbled up emotions.

You might be right.

But I had my thoughts figured out fine.

I wanted to die.

The bottom line is,

I didn't make it through.

I'm dead as I can be.

There's really nothing you can do.

But I guess you already knew that,

Huh?

You can still call me stupid.

But you still have no idea.