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“Suicidal freak”

“School shooter”

“Careful, don’t talk to her, she might kill you”

“Go cut yourself and hopefully you’ll do it correctly and you will die”

“Why do you try? You’re nothing”

‘Nobody cares about you”

“Someone should ruin her jacket so we can see if she truly does cut herself”

“Did you hear? She slept with the english teacher!”

All these names I get called, and so many more.

I can’t wait to graduate, so I can get out of this hell-hole I have to call school.

Maybe they’re right, maybe I should kill myself.

It’ll do everyone a favor.

I lost count of how many cuts I’ve made, there’s just too many.

A promise I made to my friend who kept throwing up her food, has been broken.

I’m a fucking failure.

Lord, take me now.

Pray my soul for you to keep.

Please make sure no one misses me.

They shouldn’t, but just in case.

Make sure nobody who “knows” me doesn’t come to my funeral.

If I even have one that is.

Breakdown, breakdown.