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I am flawed, as are you.
Mine I choose not to hide
Unlike you do.
No mountains of makeup,
I was not ashamed.
But you wounded me
You don’t care that I cried.
You made me hate me,
Even after the tears dried.
Every word you said,
Broke me a little more.
I’d rather have been dead.
Soon I’ll be gone.
Soon I’ll be dead.
All your words,
Mess with my head.
I dedicate my death to you.
Feel like crap? I do too.
That was the poem left as a suicide note. A failed suicide, but still.
She's my friend and we all know who it was aimed at.
I teared up as I read it, probably only because I knew her.
Sad but beautiful, right?
Mine I choose not to hide
Unlike you do.
No mountains of makeup,
I was not ashamed.
But you wounded me
You don’t care that I cried.
You made me hate me,
Even after the tears dried.
Every word you said,
Broke me a little more.
I’d rather have been dead.
Soon I’ll be gone.
Soon I’ll be dead.
All your words,
Mess with my head.
I dedicate my death to you.
Feel like crap? I do too.
That was the poem left as a suicide note. A failed suicide, but still.
She's my friend and we all know who it was aimed at.
I teared up as I read it, probably only because I knew her.
Sad but beautiful, right?