Are they happy now?
You listened,
you did what you were told.
You ended it,
you ended it all.
Your life...
They always said,
"you're nothing!"
Living life thinking no one likes you.
Never truly knowing what love is,
never feeling good enough.
Living in the shadows.
Avoiding attention.
You took that blade,
you filled up the bathtub.
You lay down,
and grab your you new shiny best friend.
You slowly dragged the blade down your wrist,
watching the rich red blood stream down.
Dying the water a deep red,
slowly slipping out of conscience.
You are finally happy,
you have escaped the hell hole that was your life.
You have finally made everyone happy,
you listened.
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