It's 12:00 pm
a girl i used to know has killed herself
I wonder how she did it
and why
i am scrolling on pinterest
i am not sad
but i imagine her family finding out
when did it happen?
her sisters, one older and one younger
did they cry?
or are they too shocked
I don't have siblings and i don't really know what i would do
I guess i'm too surprised to feel much
well not really
i saw her, you know,
with her sister who called me by the wrong name
she had too much makeup on
and those trendy jumpers i hate
i could tell she was sad
not that little kid who used to half bully me
and was also my only friend.
and stole my olives from my lunch
she was so funny
once she told me she had to empty her shoes
just after the bell had rung to go inside
and then emptied them and scooped up more sand
again and again
until i had to pull her inside
i almost cried
it's weird
i always knew this would happen
someone i know will **** themself
i dont really like the term "took their own life"
it's like a mask for what really happened.
i must sound so insensitive
i'm not
i promise
i feel so bad
she was so young
don't they say that about everyone?
i didn't really know her
and i'm not writing this so people on the internet see it
but i feel like i should live all the experiences that i havent yet
so in a way it's like i'm doing it for her
you know what i mean?
now it's 12:11
don't know what im trying to say
so i guess this is the end of this poem
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC
It's 12:00 pm
a girl i used to know has killed herself
I wonder how she did it
and why
i am scrolling on pinterest
i am not sad
but i imagine her family finding out
when did it happen?
her sisters, one older and one younger
did they cry?
or are they too shocked
I don't have siblings and i don't really know what i would do
I guess i'm too surprised to feel much
well not really
i saw her, you know,
with her sister who called me by the wrong name
she had too much makeup on
and those trendy jumpers i hate
i could tell she was sad
not that little kid who used to half bully me
and was also my only friend.
and stole my olives from my lunch
she was so funny
once she told me she had to empty her shoes
just after the bell had rung to go inside
and then emptied them and scooped up more sand
again and again
until i had to pull her inside
i almost cried
it's weird
i always knew this would happen
someone i know will **** themself
i dont really like the term "took their own life"
it's like a mask for what really happened.
i must sound so insensitive
i'm not
i promise
i feel so bad
she was so young
don't they say that about everyone?
i didn't really know her
and i'm not writing this so people on the internet see it
but i feel like i should live all the experiences that i havent yet
so in a way it's like i'm doing it for her
you know what i mean?
now it's 12:11
don't know what im trying to say
so i guess this is the end of this poem