My head bashes against the wall. My hands shake and I slap myself. My cheeks are red from the slaps and from the blood that runs down my face. So tired, but can't sleep when he's on my mind. I fake a smile when he walks to the other girl, not noticing the pain in my eyes, or the tears running down, smearing my make-up. Why try, try to look pretty when he has the other girl? One after another, but never me, the loser, the one he can't love...won't love? Next girl, next heart broken--my last one....gone. To much pain, to many tears to gain. I mean this in vain. Hands shaking, heart aching, loaded gun, head or heart? Head-my heart wouldn't hurt, it's already broken and dead. Blood and tears, life fears, family, love, I have none. Pull gently and slow then I wake. Pull myself up and see the blood, my blood, on the wall, from my head. He's not worth the pain, so much more I can gain. No more head bleeding, new hearts seeding, but dies, no more should I give cries for help. He's just another boy and he's not worth it.
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