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She ignored everything they said
Until that fateful day.
The day she let her tears run down
And the blood drain from her veins.
“Why do you dress in black?”
“What made you change?”
“Do you like being a freak?”
“What are you, deranged?”
It’s shit like that she always heard
Everyday at school.
She wasn’t accepted for who she was.
Everyone thought she was a fool.
Then one day, she couldn’t take anymore.
She went to find a blade.
One quick swipe across both wrists
Sent her to her grave.
Before she died, she wrote a note
To her true friends and family.
The only thing the blood-stained note said was
“I’ll miss you and I’m sorry.”