I didn't go to school the next day, of course I didn't. I'm too weak and scared to face him and know that I wasn't good enough to make him stay.
Coward. Weakling. Why can't you face the boy that hurt you so much? You are pathetic.
Yes. I am pathetic. I am weak and a coward. I am nothing.
I am nothing to him. Or anyone else. My parents barely see me. My older brother teases me when I tell him.
No one wants me. No one.
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Short Story{Highest Rank: #891 in Poetry and #75 in Suicidal} "Why weren't you there when I needed you?" My happiness, my heart is all hanging on a thread. The depression is crushing me. It is suffocating me. I don't want to die yet. "Because we aren't meant t...
