Her giggles, her smiles, her jokes, all hiding the pain inside her. No one could tell beneath
the fake expressions, the invisible tears, and the clunky bracelets all hiding the scars and burns
upon her wrists. All for the boy who never loved her. All for the mother who always judged
her. All for friends who couldn't stand her. All for the people who ignored her.
In her eyes she was worthless. She was nothing. She was ugly and disformed. She was fat and
stupid. She did not need to live.
Her eyes welled up with tears I suppose as I found her with the mascara running down her blueish
cheeks. The blank stare of defeat was plain on her face. The chair knocked away. Back and forth
her fate seemed to swing never really given a chance.
I guess she was serious. I guess I should have known. I guess I was just to vain. I thought was good
enough. I thought I could help her myself. I thought I would be the one she would praise, the one who helped
her through all the hurt she felt inside.
In my eyes she was beautiful. In my eyes she was perfect and wonderful. In my eyes she was the greatest friend
I could have had. But alas I have lost her now. She is gone and taken with her all my hope and joy. If only I had not been
vain and told somebody else.
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