self-infliction
the world never wanted this.
but the people did.
they shoved her down.
and told her to breathe deep.
she tasted their hatred.
the disgust that whispered in her ear.
so ugly and dumb.
you would never amount to anything.
and from this murder came the destruction.
the destruction she brought upon herself
in order to achieve the perfection
she would never have.
and so she began to burn
under her own intensity
to become everything she wasn't.
the people kicked her.
spit flew from their mouths
as they shouted out her failures.
such a stupid being,
she took up their air,
each time she breathed.
a waste of life
she turned to the red candies
that lay spread out upon her gray carpet.
and each one she took
moved her farther away from them.
and closer to the life she wanted.
her self-inflicted death.
a wish.
it was just a simple wish.
she wanted nothing more
than to be worthy of love.
just a stupid, hopeless wish.
but the people returned.
now she wasn't anything.
they shoved her down,
under darkened water.
and ordered her to inhale.
and she breathed in the salty hell
they left for her.
and so there she stayed
as everyone went home,
where perfection was lined up
on shelves,
and laid out on plates.
she wanted one thing.
just one simple,
pathetic,
hopeless,
thing.
but she was nothing.
a candy filled nothing.
and so she stayed there.
and no one came.
ever.
no one ever comes back.
im still waiting.
but the people did.
they shoved her down.
and told her to breathe deep.
she tasted their hatred.
the disgust that whispered in her ear.
so ugly and dumb.
you would never amount to anything.
and from this murder came the destruction.
the destruction she brought upon herself
in order to achieve the perfection
she would never have.
and so she began to burn
under her own intensity
to become everything she wasn't.
the people kicked her.
spit flew from their mouths
as they shouted out her failures.
such a stupid being,
she took up their air,
each time she breathed.
a waste of life
she turned to the red candies
that lay spread out upon her gray carpet.
and each one she took
moved her farther away from them.
and closer to the life she wanted.
her self-inflicted death.
a wish.
it was just a simple wish.
she wanted nothing more
than to be worthy of love.
just a stupid, hopeless wish.
but the people returned.
now she wasn't anything.
they shoved her down,
under darkened water.
and ordered her to inhale.
and she breathed in the salty hell
they left for her.
and so there she stayed
as everyone went home,
where perfection was lined up
on shelves,
and laid out on plates.
she wanted one thing.
just one simple,
pathetic,
hopeless,
thing.
but she was nothing.
a candy filled nothing.
and so she stayed there.
and no one came.
ever.
no one ever comes back.
im still waiting.
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