This girl..

Yes, this is me. Do you believe that smile is real? Do you think I don't know my own strengths.. I'm just a girl, with a broken past. That will never get to see the day change. She drowns herself, in Depression and Bad Memory's .. Made I want to just through in the town, and say I'M DONE. Because, I really don't know who would care? I fucking hurt! I try so hard not to! But, you know what, If I think about it, I cry myself to sleep very night. Well My Heart is slowly stopping.  /\/\/\__/\_____________ (Dead)

You know, all I do Is blame my self. You never see my pain. I hide it away, a little at a time. Would you ever understand? I have scars to prove my pain.. I have a BROKEN HEART. From over sixteen years now. How am I spouse to live in these kinds of conditions. I'm so sorry. 

-She walks in with a smile on her face, kids staring at her, girls laughing at how this girl looks- Class (Says the teacher says) This is Angel, she just moved here.. -Angel goes and sits next to the girls that were laughing at her- (A girly blonde chick says) You look like the devil's child.? Are you? Because if you are, maybe he's asking for his face back, you ugly bitch. -Angel just smiles, and takes it all in- (Later that night, she goes home, her parents are not there, they left for a month) -Angel goes upstairs and locks herself in the bathroom crying her eyes out- Why can't I be perfect! Why can't I fit in! -She screams, with tears rushing down her face- I miss our old place, People didn't bother me there. (Cell phone rings) -Angel answers , but the other line, there's screaming and crying, than a voice- (The vocie on the phone) Angel, ANGEL is that you? Hello? It's Mom, our plane crashed, and we wont be home for awhile.. Your father, he's not doing well at all. I will- (The call ends) -Angel drops to the floor with something in her hand- I'm glad they let us wear jackets at school. -She took off her jacket, showing her scared up on..- I'm so sorry.. -She makes a few cuts.. and stops, because her phone is buzzing- (She looks at her phone, and it was over twenty messages from the girls at school) 

What they said:
You WHORE. 
EMO EMO. 
SLUT.
UGLY.
FAT.
GAY. 
UNWANTED. 
WORTHLESS.

She throw her phone.. She went upstairs to her room.. She knew that's it she couldn't live anymore. 

-House keeper comes home from her other job, see's there blood on the floor, than she looks up, there hangs the one person, everyone could careless about..- 

RIP... Myself...