quod quaedam tristitia

She had a face straight out of a magazine,

a body like an hourglass,

the way the boys chased her,

and the way the girls looked and taunted her,

made her tired,

so tired, she consumed her feelings,

and how she did this?

Well,

all you need to do is look inside her pantry.

Her mind was an ocean of empty thoughts,

and unaccepted music taste,

everyone thought she was too pretty and young to be so sad,

so,

no one believed she would be,

but sad she was,

and not the lovely, poetic kind of sad that everyone thinks is so peaceful and nice,

she was the type of sad where at two in the morning,

she was still awake,

laying on her bathroom floor,

crying,

because no one knew how miserable she was,

her shoulders shuddering so violently,

you’d think they were crying too,

her hands over her mouth trying not to wake her family,

she was so sad that she drowned in it everyday,

so finally,

she let herself go,

out into the flood,

and took the cupcakes with her.