My Oversized Suicide

by Rebecca   Feb 12, 2005


As i look in the mirror i notice my imperfections/And i try to create my own unique fashion/To hide my outer exterior beneath fishnets/The rumors and names are hard to forget/As the other girls wear sizes zero and one/All of it can end wit just one shot of my gun/They call me "fat ass" and think it doesn't hurt/Well it does i think id be better off six feet in dirt/You don't realize the pain that it brings/When you point out the fact that I'm fat well it stings/I just wish it would just end maybe die on the spot/Or die from cancer or to simply be shot/I have friends but they don't understand/I don't know where to go i don't know where i stand/Why I'm alive i seem to forget/I have no talent except for secrets Ive kept/In math class i sit not listening to Mr.Hill
I just want to die maybe be killed/So I'm sorry my family i love you so much/I hope you get over me don't cry too much/I'll see you again in another life/So please forgive a simple cut from my knife...

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