Her name was Lily
Her mother knew her name but called her Loser.
Her father blamed for his lack of success so her called her a loser.
Loser was born and thats what she was..
A loser.
She didn't speak
Loser words would be spoken
She was silent among the crowd of winners.
Until, one day she had a enough and took a gun to her head.
Having the note in her hand as she pulled the trigger ending her life.
Ending the blame and guilt she didnt deserve.
Thinking this was the answer.
The crumped ripped peice of paper soaked with her blood..
I AM NOT A LOSER I AM LILY...
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This is a true story that happened to a girll. Words hurt and they leave scars people.
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Poems from a liar
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