As she looks up into her moms huge
brown
eyes,
guilt takes over her
body as she tells the lie.
She grabs her toothbrush and slips outside,
hiding behind a shed shielding her
from inside.
She shoves the end
down her throat,
throwing
up
her food from lunch.
She stands up and wipes her
mouth,
also the
tears dripping
down.
She runs inside avoiding the eyes,
locking herself in the room starting to
cry.
She takes the silver razor and starts to dig
deep,
she ignores the pain,
and tries not to
weep.
She was tired of being made fun
of,
She was tired of being called fat,
She tried to hide from the crowd,
but she always found herself
back.
On the day everyone gathered
around the little stone,
they felt guilty for everything they had
said.
They said their Sorry's, but
it was to late...
She was already gone.