today was different.
you weren't hanging out with the people you usually hang out with, you weren't fawning over Luke, you weren't walking confidently down the halls like you did these past few months.
you acted like you did before you were luke's girlfriend, but instead of everyone treating you like you were invisible;
they labeled you, spat at you, wrote on your locker and books.
slut
whore
make me feel amazing baby
jane what did you do at that party?
you walk through the halls with your head down and your head burrorwed in your oversized jacket, while everyone laughed and pointed mimicking actions I don't ever want to see again.
the life seems to be drained from you, your eyes look tired, you look like the soul has been drained from you.
and on your wrist?
five more ribbons.
seventeen total ribbons.
you were looking at the floor you didn't realize that you were right in front of me, maybe you did because you stopped right at me. Looking up, you look at me with such pain in your eyes and they were screaming for help.
grabbing your hand, clutching it tightly hoping you don't let go, I lead you outside of school and to my car.
I never skip school Jane, but I needed to get you out of that hell hole.
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Ribbons
PoesiaA story about a broken girl who wears ribbons and a boy who tries to pick up the pieces