Whisper, hush, quiet
Something shiny and sharp in my palm
Shouting, screaming, loud
A voice in my head, telling me to stay calm

The pain is delicious
The memories so vicious
And you were the cause of all this strife
Cursing my birth, cursing this life
Maybe I did.

The bathroom door locked and has been for a while
My whale-like thighs against the cold tile
So fat, ugly, worthless, no one will ever love you
That's what they all say, played like a fool
Maybe I was.

I couldn't help but begin to believe what they said
You look disgusting.
You're stupid.
Failure.
Die.
Maybe I will.


*Suicide is a horrible thing
But what's worse is making someone feel so awful
That they don't want to live anymore.