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.