The only murder I would commit is against myself

A majestic sky covers the entire world

Beauty rains down into everyone from it

Yet, I must have been left out of this storm

No beauty can exist in my soul

Nor this imperfect skin I live in

I hate myself to the point of death

The only murder I would ever commit is only against myself

 

Suicide they call it

Making jokes, light hearted laughter about it

Of course I know it is bad

That is all they say

No offer of help

No kind word to encourage

Ignorance is what they want for us

Yet shock crosses their face when they hear of another self-murder

 

All I needed was a person to talk

To quietly speak compliments into my too large ears

To say I have the beauty all others have

All I craved

Was a friend

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