Girl: do they like me?
Is my hair okay
Is my skirt not high enough



















Bully: Eww look at her. She has such
A weird nose ha ha ha ha ha
She looks deformed ha ha


Girl: why are they laughing?
Are they laughing at me????


You don’t know what lies in between words, words can hold


Suicide

Words can hold

Pain

You the youth judge upon looks everyday not knowing its you that you should judge

May the beauty of makeup not trick you for what is behind?

May the height of your skirt not depend on weather he likes you or not??

And let the jealous angry words of whisper through another ear not come down to a decision between

LIFE or DEATH