Written by Makenzie Rae
Society, you tell me, to try trying.
But what if I’m tired of trying?
You tell me that trying will set me back on my feet.
That eventually, all the confusion in life will retreat.
But to me, really,
It’s the painful truth of trial and error, always longing for more,
The faint sound of your tears falling, smothered behind a closed door,
The familiar taunting tiles of your bathroom floor,
Where you watched your blood slip from your slit wrists,
When the memories flood back, of the dead you’ve missed.
Where you felt that nervous, cold sweat trickle down your neck,
your tongue dry with the tempting taste of death,
Your breath coming short, coming closer to death,
As you eye the knife without an ounce of regret.
After all,
Who would even care?
Who would ever dare love the idiotic, the ugly, the loner, the wrecked,
the wayward, the crooked, or the imperfect
After all,
When you’d cried for help, they had all ignored it.
When they saw your tears, they had called you weak.
When they saw your scars, they looked at you funny.
I truly am just a mistake.
And like all mistakes, I must be erased.
And brush away any traces I may leave behind.
I’m so sorry, society,
For wasting your time.
Makenzie Rae is a 16-year-old writer from Washington D.C. She hopes to one day become a New York Times bestselling author.
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