Why do you tell me something is okay when its not?
Why do you tell me one drink won’t hurt, then the next day you lecture me about drinking?
Why do you say i need to be pretty, but if i think about my looks I’m just conceded?
Why do I listen to you?
Why do i listen to everything you say?
All you do is hurt me, and break me down… piece… by piece.
Do i need to listen, to know what to do?
Could i survive without the pain? After i have already become used to it.
Please I can’t figure out what to do.
Your all I have left… no one like’s me anymore.
Not after i did everything you told me to, they said is was to conceded and a bad influence.
You told me to do those things, is it your fault?
No its not its probably my fault i did this to myself.
Now I must face the consequence, and leave so that you can all be happy.
If you miss me just look up at the moon and know I’m that I left.
Goodbye.
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There’s an unsettling finality about this piece. I trust everything ended up okay.