It scars

by Painted By Colors llInLovell   Apr 15, 2007


It was almost August,
Time for a new school year,
She had so much anxiety,
Would she almost die here?
She remember last year,
When everyone stared her down,
Made fun of her, called her lonely,
Never dreamt of a hospital gown.
How she got there?
Let me tell you the rest,
She went home, feeling worthless,
And tore her heart out of her chest.

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