Click.
Bang.
In the blink of an eye,
her life was ended.
She just couldn't take
the teases,
the verbal abuse,
any longer.
She thought
that she had a loyal friend once.
But then this "friend"
backstabbed her
too many times.
She felt so alone.
No one here cared.
They found her
with a note clasped tightly
in her lifeless hand.
It read:
"I couldn't handle
living alone
anymore."
The bold is the poem I wrote, of course.. I just do not have a title for it yet.. The song that set the mood for my poem while I was writing it was : Hero (Red Pill Mix) By Superchick. Although the end of that song ends happy..
http://www.lyricsdir.com/superchick-hero-red-pill-remix-lyrics.html
*sigh*
This poem is how I feel all the time at school; like I just want to die. =3=;
Everyone here in this town betrays me.. And it seems like everytime I get close to someone (Brandon), they betray me too..
People don't seem to realize.. that when they harass people at school, they hurt them deeply. So much that they have..no self esteem left. They just keep picking and picking at your flaws until you are just a shell of the person you once were.
My friend Emily, was yelled at by Marissa. She was called a whore and a slut and other things.. So I got in my car with Emily in the back seat and drove away from them. Then what do I see? Emily in the back seat trying to choke herself with the seatbelt. I hit the brakes and put it in park and got out, pulling the seatbelt away from her hands. I was crying, myself. I understood how she felt, though.
I go to school and face these bitches everyday unfortunately. Ever since I was in kindergarten, I've always been called fat and ugly and s**t. I work hard to lose weight.. I don't succeed much. Though, in Jr. High, I lost alot of weight..but...I gained it all back.
I am trying, I am. Trying to be good enough for them, so they'll quit it.. I shrug off their words at school. But I get home and breakdown. I punch something hard. Like a wall. Just so I'll feel something other than..this.
I hear these stupid skinny girls at school.. "OMG! I weigh 120 POUNDS! I AM SOOOO FAT!" And I want to punch them in their face 10 times. I am about 185. Ha..Fatty, I am. Beautiful, I am not. As I said, I'm trying to lose wieght, but it's hard.
My mom constantly reminds me of my fat-ness. My dad is just an a**.
And..The Brandon thing. Yeah. He cared, or so I thought. I was loved by him and it felt great. It felt great to not feel like a useless piece of s**t. I felt..like I actually mattered. But then he crushed me. He'd rather have a skinny, beautiful girl..
My family is also major homophobes. Haha. Last night, I told my brother I was bi. He literally shuddered and said "That's just..gross and disgusting." I showed him my middle finger and walked away. I knew I wouldn't be accepted by him.
I luff Labbeh, yes. <3 Which is why I could never try to kill myself. I don't want to leave her. heart This is just hard for me to belive that someone actually cares. But i know she does. ^^
Anywho, this concludes my journal for today..I guess you could call this just getting some feelings out.
~Whit
I understand how you feel. 
