She stood tall alike her physique,
He stood weak as a waste,
But verbal abuse is never weak,
So artillery launches like copy and paste.
She stood a little closer to the ground,
Her head never once looked up,
And she knew one day she won't be around,
Because she'd finally had enough.
He stood a little higher to the skies,
Using her pain as a solid ground foundation,
Denying all responsibilities of the lies,
He had help contorted into creation.
She wasted into nothingness,
An overwhelming dark light burning into her soul,
Creating nothing but darkness,
Into a void that left her being ,like a black hole.
He stood prouder by the seconds, of all the names,
As though guts and glory made him feel pride,
When he should have been feeling ashamed,
For he was the reason that she cried....
She didn't stop at crying though,
Because the words never once stopped,
So from then on all she had known,
Was the certainty that her shoulders dropped.
As his light glistened in the fame of high school life,
Her light dimmed with every word said in strife,
And soon enough he had fame right and left,
While she fell into dark despair and eventually death.
She lays beneath the ground now,
With roses filling up to the skies,
As though somehow,
No one partook in the harmful lies.
He stands tall,
As she wastes away,
And with his pride and *****,
She never saw another day.
[I miss you...]