She barged into her room,
And slammed the door behind her,
And everything that came in sight,
She’d find a way to clatter.

She pulled the drawers out of her place,
And threw them to the floor,
Then picked them up once again,
To fling them at the mirror.

In anger grabbed her picture frames,
Burned them piece by piece,
Then let them fall where they may,
To burn her rug and sheets.

She grabbed her clothes and notebooks,
Diaries, also,
And added them to the fire,
To help it grow and grow.

Now almost relieved,
She sat between the flames,
And thought to herself, this is the end,
No more stupid, hurtful games.

In heaven there’s no bullies,
No one to call her dumb,
Just beautiful white angels,
Who were too kind to make fun.

But just before the flames closed in,
She caught site of a girl,
Her face covered in tears and sweat,
That were rolling down in pearls.

Another thing she noticed,
About this familiar little face,
Was it was broken into pieces,
And covered in disgrace.

As she looked at her reflection,
She had nothing left to give,
She was a stupid, little girl,
Why should she deserve to live?

She then thought of her parents,
About her friends back at school,
She thought of their reaction,
Did they think suicide was cool?

She was always a hard-worker,
Always attentive during class,
She could not help but remember,
As memories slowly passed.

She recalled times of laughter,
Birthdays, parties, and more,
And when she had come to her senses,
She got up off the floor.

Running out the room,
She looked back at what she’d done,
She’d almost made a permanent mistake,
Because someone had called her dumb.