I Have Had the Best and Now Can Die
Depressed girls are the best girls.
They give you everything.
And then, in a moment of rage
because you're not
the perfection you promised
you would be,
she takes it all away,
and you will never again
feel yourself to be alive.
Quick. Tell no one.
You are no longer here.
For consolation, you get to be
someone else's best depressed girl.
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