Pretty girl

Pretty girl
But not like the others
Used to be the fat kid
Used to get made fun of
Learned pessimism at a young age
Used to try so hard
To be like everyone else
Then she realised
The didn’t want that
Didn’t want to be like them
They all look the same
And talk behind each other's backs
So she shut them out
Her trust became harder to get
She dressed so much different
With dark clothes and dark eyes
Hung out with outcasts like her
That’s when she realised
They were just the same
Just like the others
Even though they dressed so different
They weren’t
She would cry almost every night
Dreading the next day
Praying to find someone
Who wouldn’t stab her in the back
Someone to love her as she was
So she was the quiet girl
At the back of the class
Never had a date
No more friends
The others only teased her louder
No one noticed how much thinner she had become
How much paler
Not under the sweatshirts she wore
And no one noticed the cuts on her arms
Masked by studded bracelets
And long black sleeves
No one saw the black tears
That rolled down her cheeks
And no one ever had a chance to love her
Eleven years old
The stress already too much
The pressure too strong
For a girl so small
She killed herself
3 days before her 12th birthday
And everyone pretended they had seen it coming
Pretended they had tried to help
Had been nice to her
They said she had pushed them away
But now you know the truth about that girl
And I hope you're happy.