my life
A young women,
Has everything she needs,
Or so everyone thinks.
What little do they know,
That she sufferes from depression,
Insomnia,
Hate for who she is,
Horrible luck.
All her classmates like to give her hell.
They make fun of her,
For her ooks,
The way she dresses,
The way she acts,
They make fun of her for no reason,
Just to make fun of her.
What little do they know.
How much she just wants to
DIE.
All because of them,
They will not leave her alone.
So this young women just sufferes through the,
PAIN to live on.
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