Me: Aww, Im sorry :c At least you can still talk though, yeah? Thats a good thing at least :)
Girl: Ugh, I guess. I just wish I had your life its like way better.Me: No, you dont. Anyway.
Girl: Yes I do! Its like perfect! Your parents dont yell at you and your pretty and have a bunch of friends! Plus you are always happy unlike me!Me: You dont know my life, at all. I never smile. Im not happy. My 'friends' are back stabbers. My parents constantly yell at me and tell me how much I fail. Thats not half of it, I cut and tell me how I will never finish school. You dont know what its like. Your dad never went to jail. You dont have "child protective services" in your life. Its all a fu-king act. Im not happy its just an ACT. Please, shut up. I could go on and on.
Girl: Oh..Me: Yeah.
Beautiful was the word she wrote
But there is a sick little twist, she didnt write it on papter,
she wrote it on her wrist.
Beautiful is what she wanted, but knew she could not be.
She wanted to see a model in the mirror, she could never see her
true beauty.
Beautiful is what killed her, she died that very night.
She was found by her parents, who dreaded the horrible sight.
BEAUTIFUL the stone read, she hated the word
because it only brought her to tears, she now had to have it
written about her head.
She says "Please, please forgive
me"
For the person she is, the one she doesnt want to be.
She hates how she is, and all the pain she can feel
In world she wishes just wasnt real
She begs for someone to prove, they arent all the same
"They arent any different treat me like Im a game"
Shes hurt, alone, and sad
She whispers "I know this looks pretty bad"
As she runs the razor across her wrists
Because she just doesnt want to exsist
Her time running out, she hits the floor
The girl everyone ignored, is no more
They finally found her, note in hand
"Its been like this for a while, I had it planned"
When they went to bury her, and her coffin closes
They all cry, as someone places a dozen roses.
Now, shes 6 feet under and thought no one would care that shes
away
Little does she know, they visit her grave every
day.