Dark
Dark hair
Dark cloths
Dark eyes
Dark soul
Everything she had is dark
because no matter what she is invisible
invisible to her class
to her "friends"
to her family
even to herself
Her feelings don't matter
Her opinions don't count
because to them she is nothing
just like the color black
Her smile has faded
Her laugh is not heard
Her voice soft
and eyes swollen
She cries
She cuts
She burns
She purges
her new home is the bathroom
and best friend a blade
all because a blade hurts less than the words they speak
because maybe someday they will notice her again
Maybe just maybe
She wont give up after all.
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