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Right so, my main target was to not (a) Specify gender (b) Use any 'I's (c) Just get the feeling across. So, hope you like it.
Tears rolling down fast,
Silent sobs,
And trembling shoulders,
Sitting in the corner of the room, a small figure .
Lonely ,
Never had any friends.
And always bullied,
Pushed against the lockers.
"You know, even make-up doesn't hide an ugly face like that",
They would taunt,
And tears would roll,
And everyone just ignored.
Staring down at the knife,
The decision was made quickly .
In a swift moment,
The knife was plunged deep into the skin.
Yanking it out,
Cuts were made throughout,
The floor turned red,
And the eyes closed.
Leaving behind nothing ,
But blood.
A soft smile on the lips,
And 'sorry' carved on the arm.
