She was happy, her grin outspoken as one of her best traits.
She was a little girl, says the hello kitty poster and studded red lips phone.
She was loved, spoke her big tummy filled with treats.
She was older now, replied the laptop, the membership to facebook, and still that studded red lips phone.
She still had her tummy, although now she went to high school.
Curious eyes, daunting laughs, blurting out cruelties
School, more like a battlefield and graveyard of happiness
Sticks and stones broke her bones but words will never hurt was a saying of the past.
Words hurt, mentioned the lines of red on her arms and thighs
So much that she cried herself to sleep, her pillow screaming of agony, smudges of black and red covering its beauty.
Plates untouched,
two fingers
shov
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do
wn
Toilet lids up, face down.
Kitchen Knives laughing; rope in the basement taunting.
She tried, spoke the knives darkened by blood.
Bright, white lights, the smell of antiseptic.
Screams of reality and heaven colliding.
A heart beat.
She tried once more,said the rope still hung from the ceiling.
But she finally called, told that old studded red lips phone.
She lived, her oakwood table at the help center for suicidal teens smirked.
She answers calls and helps other girls, said that same grin that was her best characteristic.
And she was happy.