She's a failure
She's a goddamn teenage fuck up
She's tried so fucking hard.
She hates herself.
She can't take her medication when she's sick without shaking and crying.
And why is that?
She doesn't trust herself to take just one.
She laughs and smiles.
She's got friends
She's smart
Plays sports
Good family
Happy
Right?
You couldn't be more wrong.
She's an atelophobic freak.
The boys think she's not a real person
The girls hate her.
Been called fat too many times to count.
Horrible teachers
Terrible children
She's laughing hysterically as she thinks of the redundancy of it all.
She's tried talking people out of suicide.
But she won't be able to talk herself out of it.
Will she?
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Poetryhere. Here will be a series of things Tragic Sad Whatever you call it Things Things I haven't shared Finally shared The things I've kept inside
