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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #2185666
For those of you who don’t understand... here’s what it’s like for us.
I don’t feel pretty. I feel like shit. I think no one likes me. I feel worthless. I’m not wanted. I didn’t know it would be this hard. I don’t like it. I want it to stop. I know it won’t stop no matter how hard I try. Nothing waits for me. No one waits for me. I’m always left behind. Why won’t anyone help me? I’m horrible. I’m hated.

Please, it’s just normal. You’ll get over it. Another attention hog. Why won’t they shut up? They’re annoying. I wish they’d just disappear. Just a waste. Someone who’s taking up space. Look at those scars. Disgusting. It should be hidden. Nothing like that should be allowed in public.

They’re all right. I should go. I should go where no one can find me. They won’t miss me. And they’d finally like me when they figured out what happened. I’ll do the right thing and make them happy.

What? No, no! Please! Don’t go...

Too late.
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