She sits there.

The ugly orange bottle in hand.

Tinted skin complimenting her Lavender shirt and blue jeans.

Note titled "My Story" tucked in her back pocket.

But this isnt her first time trying to tell her story.

She has spent the last few days screaming at the top of her lungs .

A scream only dogs could hear, but everyone could see.

Her movements got slower.Grades got lower.Cries louder.

She realized her words would never be heard over the taunts in the halls. 

She thought the best thing would to be to silence herself like so many have already

So with a swift lift of the hand she placed each white pill in her mouth forming the perfect muzzle.

Happiness filled her eyelids as she closed them she saw peace.