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The Girl That Cried Suicide
I hear people talk behind my back
They think I can’t hear there whispers
I hold back my tears
I grab my books to only have them knock them down
I glide out of the cramped classroom, and let my dark hair cover my face and thoughts
Home is hell
I’m the oldest
I sometimes think that I’m the adult, the parent
Babies crying, screaming, destroying my clear thoughts
Mother sits on the table, drinking pulling out needles
I look at her with despair, trying to show the hurt and pain I have through my eyes
Dad, never home
“Working” is his excuse
Finally, the night
Where the silence is my music
Where the wind whispers my thoughts
And where the darkness is my light
Tears roll down my face
I place the rope around my neck
I’m on my tiptoes,
My tears sound like breaking glass as they crash against the wooden floor
The rope feels like fire on my skin,
But the feel of it is relieving my pain
I take my last breath,
And
Jump.
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"we are captives of our own identities, living in prisons of our own creation"
Lol, thank yhuuu :)