You are a girl. A 'nerd' and a 'freak. You're the girl everybody taunts. You
always ask yourself what you did to deserve the torment. You never seem to get an
You scream over and over to the God you may or may not believe in. Why did you
make me this way. Why would you make me somebody everybody hates so much!? Why did
he make you somebody so...so ugly. You let your mind wonder everyday of every week
of every month of every year.
One day,you wake up. The day seems like all the others,but one thing is different.
You feel dead. You feel heavy and it seems like a chore to live. But despite that
you pull yourself out of bed. You brush your hair. You dress in long sleeves and
jeans every day despite how hot it may be,hiding scars on your legs and arms.
People question you and you reply that you're only cold. They accept it and move
on with their happy day.
Moving along you pulled up your sleeve,locked in your room. You pull out a razor
you got off your pencil sharpener. nobody notic