A depressing repost poem.

A joke. Nothing more.

Thats all they think it is.

They hushed whispers.

The quiet snickers.

They are wrong time and time again.

It hurts. It stings. It draws tears.

The words of mean children

The hushed cries of a bullied girl.

She thinks she isn't wanted.

She thinks no one cares.

She sets down the note.

Addressed to Dad.

Under her bed her hands extends.

Out comes a glass bottle, filled to the brim.

A vial of pills roll on the floor.

She looks down at her means of escape.

Freedom. Love. Happiness.

Her heart pounds.

Anticipation spreads as a smile grows.

She twists oopen the caps.

A swig. A gulp.

The stinging subsides. Just for the time.

She pours pills.

In her open palm the fall.

Little and white.

Yet able to take it all.

With a final breath she throws back her had.

Down they go.

Another drink.

Another handful of pills.

It comes sooner than expected.

Darkness spreads. And a light appears.

Her last moment on Earth, spent in joy.

No longer fear.

Minutes later her father bursts in.

He cries and tries.

But saving her can't be done.

He sees the note and open it becomes.

/Daddy I'm sorry.

I know I wasn't loved.

Thats okay now!

Because I am gone.

I will love you forever, which won't last long.

Please forgive me Daddy.

I wasn't the best.

Tell them all they got their wish.

Its the only way out.

I know it will work.

Suicide. I made sure it didn't hurt.

I love you, Daddy, I hope you know.

I will see you in heaven one day.

But my one day is now.

Good-bye forever.

And remember to tell all of them,

That they won./