She's not pretty
She's not fun
She's not worth it
She hasn't won
She is gross
So revolting
She is demeaning
And there's too much sulking
She is weird
A heartless soul
Never helpful
And acts too bold
She can't seem
To get her act together
Doesn't matter
Now or ever
She feels worthless
But that's okay
No one cared
Anyway
She's too whiny
Too obsessed
People have thought
She had stuffed her chest
Just for attention
It's all the swears
Too much to put up with
Her heart, it tears
She doesn't care
Not then or now
It doesn't really matter
She's as fat as a cow
Her voice has turned meek
Finally- quiet
So much envy and vein
Get a rope around her neck and tie it
It's okay
Things are fine
She promised her mother
She wouldn't die
Take a deep breath
It's all okay
She whispered,
"I'll get through another day"
"So what?"
That's all she hears
"Sometimes," she says,
"I wish I could rip off my ears"
What's the point?
No one's around
Cry and cry
Into the ground
November 30th
Is around the corner
She accepts the fact
That she's such a loner
"Give up"
They say
The voices
They won't go away
Maybe she's crazy
Maybe she's insane
She hides it too well sometimes
But she's the only one left to blame
She hates this and that
Hates herself right now
What is there left to do?
Just wow.
Such pain.
So emotion.
Wow.
Doge gone emo.
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November 30th
PoetryOkay, I started this out seriously being sad and upset because I was, but if you're upset seriously just read this because I made myself crack up hysterically at the end and it totally lifted up my mood! x3 Don't be sad my little butterflies!<3 Feel...
