Just the fat girl. The one nobody really likes. They all say hi and humor me but in the end, I'm nobody.
I'm nothing. I'm meant to be ignored.
I'm meant to be alone.
I'm meant to be replaced and forgotten.
Just dirt. Just an end. Just a mistake. I thought if I ended things between us I could get over you
But my happiness only lasted a moment
Then my jealousy rises from my stomach
I'm thinking about suicide letters
Fighting with my friends
Getting put down and mistreated
Just a second longer
Just another year
Just another person telling me I'm too much
Not enough
Nothing at all
Thinking about ways to end it all
Thinking about what to say to my mother
To my sister
To my 11 year old brother
To you.
Just one more.