The Lonely Girl
The lonely girl walks to school every morning.
Her mother is mentally ill.
The lonely girl wears the bruises like a mask around her eye.
The puffy lip has been there for a while now.
Still you criticize her and give her your hate.
Why?
Stop the hate you give.
Did you know?
The lonely girl is crying and falling apart.
Still you remain small for picking on the weak.
The lonely girl was crying out for help but nobody would help.
You laughed and say mean awful things
Later that day the lonely girl goes home from school early.
The lonely girl is done; The lonely girl is going to depart.
Behind closed doors.
One cut
Two cut
Three cut
Four
Do you see anyone banging on the door?
No!
The lonely girl lays on the floor.
Pouring.
All because of the hate you give.
-Never okay to end a life with words-
-RIP The Lonely Girl in the back of my class-
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