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289 · Feb 2014
"She."
Miss Taken Feb 2014
You call her names,
just to see her weep.
You say you know her,
yet she cries herself to sleep.

At school, she's tortured,
at home, she's abused.
You laugh at her now,
just for you to be amused.

Bumps and bruises,
Blue and black.
While you laugh,
she starts to crack.

The principle walks in,
the day she's not there.
Saying she killed herself,
now your filled with despair.

It's your fault,
you did this to her.
You caused her to do this,
The pains' growing richer and richer.

Have you learned your lesson?
The guilt is fading in.
She's gone now,
Feeling the worst you've ever been.

She was crushed,
You are too.
She was hurt,
Too bad "she" was you.
I wrote this in class one day while thinking to myself, "how many people in the world commit suicide in one day?" It's happened to me, so just sharing my thoughts. Hope you like it(:

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