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alone...

alone in this world

having nothing special about me,

knowing that....

im meant for nobody,

not even a whore would want me...

they stare,

and whisper about me...

pointing and laughing at me...

not knowing...i can hear them....

that this day is my last,

my future pasted...

diminished to the ground,

the floor breaking my fall

my eyes flutter shut

blood falls from my wrists and my mouth,

they didnt see it coming,

they laughed too hard,

pointed too long,

whispered too loud,

stared too long...

till finally...

they stood in shock

tears stain their faces

they point no more...

laugh no more, stare no more,

whisper no more....

all they do is weep

for they were the ones...

of a child of 7

to commit suicide...