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Here comes the ugly one
Looking sad and wearing black
Those stupid fuc*ing preps all laugh
Because she looks so fat
Trying to ignore the comments
She walks, looking at the floor
Since she doesn’t say a word
They shout more ugly words
The jocks throw their footballs at her
And the anorexic sluts just laugh
She’s teased in science, she teased in p.e
She’s even teased in math
Everyday, the same routine,
She runs into her room and cries
She thinks that no one cares
If she just curled up and died
Then one day after normal teasing,
She finally had enough
She couldn’t handle all their teasing
And other stupid stuff
She grabbed some lipstick
and put it on her lips
She grabbed her long black skirt
And then started to rip
At the corner of her eye
She spotted a pointy blade
She slashed her wrists until
Her vision started to fade
Suddenly, she fell
Colapsing on a towel
The words carved in her wrists read,
Am I Pretty Now?
Dancing in the rain
Washing away my fears
Soaking through my clothes
Nobody sees my tears
Dancing in the rain
Twirling all around
Raindrops hitting my face
As they fall to the ground
Dancing in the rain
Feelings are gone
Disappeared with the rain
And with the raindrops song
Dancing in the rain
In my hand there a knife
Still dancing the dance
That will end my life
Dancing in the rain
The blood begins to pour
But I still continue
Dancing even more
Dancing in the rain
Rain still falling to the ground
But I am still here dancing
Twirling all around
Dancing in the rain
The fog still fills my head
Now I have completed
The dance of the dead
Your sorry that you were never there
Your sorry that you didn’t care
Your sorry that you let me die
Your sorry that you saw me cry
Your sorry that its all the same
Your sorry for my forgotten pain
Your sorry that I’ve gone insane
Your sorry that my heart you’ve slain
And as I lose my sanity
This will all fade away
I’ll make you disappear
I’ll make you go away
You can’t hurt me anymore
Its my turn to show you pain
Now as I come closer as you scream
As you realize this isn’t a dream
I’ll let you know how I feel
I’ll let you know my pain is real
And…
Then you’ll be sorry
Like scissors cutting through paper,
The blade pierces my skin,
I’m numb from every danger,
As warm blood pors from within.
I’ve made my mark, I’m cut now,
For I have nothing left,
Sweat beads down my brow,
As I remember your great theft.
I came to you, hurt and crying,
You held me in your arms,
You gave me a voice so trusting,
So I told you everthing.
I thought I could trust you,
I thought you cared,
I thought everything you said was true,
But it wasn’t and I was unaware.
After you knew everything about me,
You thought that it’d be fun,
To take away my family,
And watch me cry and run.
So you did and a new feeling you made,
For me: misery and lonliness,
Then I knew my problems would end with a blade,
I didn’t care if it was dangerous.
When you took my family, you pushed too far,
I’ve cut myself many times,
And I can’t help it that everyone can see this long scar,
Now the big clock chimes.
Twelve midnight,
And each tick wastes life away,
My blade drops to my right,
And I slowly drift away.
One last time,
I’m cut,
One last time,
I breathe,
And one last time,
Before I’m reunited with my family.
I’m cut.

x x x, Steph.