Six Feet Deep
Ugly
Cunt
Bitch
Slut
No I’m too busy she says as if what I have to say doesn’t matter
I can’t talk right now he told me when I needed him most
We’ll talk later, as the words were eating at my skin
Just wait, and I’m ready to break
I’m sorry I have to go, and now my inner glass is shattering
Ugly
Cunt
Bitch
Slut
Razor blade to my right
I sit down and slice the pain away from the skin
What happened to your arms? The cashier asks ,
Oh nothing
And I leave and know she didn’t care enough to ask again
Ugly
Cunt
Bitch
Slut
It becomes a habit and
mom doesn’t ask why I’m taking so long in the bathroom
Dad asks how school was
I say it was good
But doesn't notice I’m lying
Ugly
Cunt
Bitch
Slut
There’s the bleach
And enough is enough
It became too much
And I can’t
A burning sensation
From the tip of my tongue
To the back of my throat
And to the pit of my stomach
There’s a blur
My inner self leaves the body
And there's butterflies all around
No pain
I see mom come into the bathroom
What have you done
Officer we didn’t see it coming at all
But they did
They didn’t open their eyes long enough to notice
Then I watch my body go six feet deep
And suddenly everythings okay
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