We try so hard to fit in,
But somewhere we all go wrong,
That’s not who we are, or who we want to be.
But the pain will never stop.
They shove at you,
They jeer and punch,
They insult you and they make you feel horrid.
They have no clue what they’ve done.
Our soul peeks out of dirty curtains,
That are supposed to hide the beauty,
Of a loving, caring individual.
But the world will never see.
Why should you live in a world like this,
Where you find no appreciation,
No love, no friends, no family.
You’d rather die a quick death.
So under jeers and shoves,
Under taunting laughs and hands tugging your hair,
You make your final decision.
You welcome it.
A day later, your body is found,
Hung from a fan in an empty room,
But no one cares, and no one cries.
Maybe you’re better off not living.
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