There was a time where
she was happy and

she felt beautiful.

There was a time where
she had friends and

she was comfortable in her skin.

There was a time where
she felt loved and

she believed in Jesus and God.

There was a time where
people treated her nice and

she smiled and meant it.

But then there was a day where
she felt sad because

she was made fun of for being chubby.

Then there was a day where
she cried because

people threw rocks at the "elephant."

Then there was a day where
she felt abandoned because

people laughed when she prayed at lunchtime.

Then there was a day where
she smiled because

people told her she was ugly and she didn't want to look hurt.

Then there was a day where
she went home and cut because

she wanted the pain to go away.

Then there was a day where
she made herself throw up because

people told her she was too fat to have friends.

Then there was a day where
she took a lighter to her wrist because

people made fun of her for her cuts.

Then there was a day where
she took a bottle of pills because

people made fun of her for merely being alive.

Then there was a day where
she was found dead because

people had pushed her over the edge.

Then there was a day where
her family mourned because

they found their daughter dead in her bathroom.

Then there was a day where
she had a funeral held and

two people from school showed up, a teacher and a boy.

Then there was a day where
a boy committed suicide because

the girl he had crushed over for years was dead.

Then there was a day where
his family found him hanging from his closet because

society had killed her love; society had killed him.

Then there was a day where
his mother shot herself because

her son was dead. Her only son.

There

Was

A

Day.