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The Words That Got To Her
“She’s so fat!”
“I know! She is so gross!”
“Another Burger she’ll have a heart attack!”
“Ew! Don’t get too close!”
Those are just some of the things,
I wished they hadn’t said,
All of their meanest comments,
All engraved into my head,
Those words,
Floating throughout my brain,
Some may say,
All this thinking,
Would make me go insane,
Sometimes I start to think,
If they would have stopped,
Then their parents wouldn't have had to tell them,
Why I had shot,
With the black and grey gun,
With the circular tip,
With it’s flash as bright as the sun,
With one finger it slipped,
Sometimes I force myself,
To think of what they did,
Sometimes I start to wonder,
What if I were a different kid?
Would my life had been the same?
Would I have been so sad?
Would I be the person to blame,
When their lives started getting bad?
Their meanest deeds,
Erasing from my head,
The friends I thought I’d need,
“They’re going to miss me when I’m dead,”
So now I share to you,
The note regarding my death,
All my emotions unglued,
This page witholding my last breath:
“These words I’ve written,
Scrawled all throughout these pages,
A series of my memories,
A series of my phases,
A book of all these things I’ve done,
All the things I’d wished I’d said,
A long list of the actions done,
All etched inside my head,
A scratchpad of all my worst mistakes,
All carved into this giant book,
All of the cares I didn’t have,
When I didn’t care how I looked,
That was the happiest time of my life,
When I didn’t care what you said,
That was before I forced that bullet,
Straight through my head.”
Now you know,
The story of me,
Now don’t you feel bad,
I don’t need your pity...

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