She walked home as she cried
And felt all the pain
The laughter rung through her head
As she felt ashamed
"They're just jealous of you,"
her mom would begin to say
But she was never there to see
Their hateful and angry ways
Their words were like daggers
Ripping her from inside
She always was surrounded
Never anywhere to hide
She walked up to her room
And slowly shut the door
She had to get away from them all
She couldn't take it anymore
She reached under her broken bed
And pulled out the box
She then took out her many keys
And opened all the locks
Pulling out something from inside
As tears rolled down her cheek
Feeling as though she couldn't stop
She felt just too week
She found herself holding
The sharp, bloodstained knife
Instead of just sliting her wrists
She took her whole life
A message was sent to all the hateful people
And no one knew how
The message contained her four last words
"Am I Perfect Now?"
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