"Why do you care
If I make myself dead?
And why do you never
Leave my mind or my head,
And why are my eyes
Always drawn to your lips?"
She asks Marcus's picture,
And gives it a kiss.
For he is the first boy
That ever has cared,
Even a bit about her
Health and welfare.
She knows the school hates him,
But she does NOT know,
Why he cares so much
For a girl who's as low.
"And he thinks I'm pretty,"
She thinks with confusion.
"He must indeed
Have some kind of delusion.
No one on Earth
Thinks I look good,
And nobody, nobody
On this Earth ever should.
For I am as hideous
As hideous can come.
There's not a bit of pretty in me,
No. Not one."
With this thought in mind
She crawls into bed.
And still keeps in vision,
A shot to the head.
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