A poem by Sarah Lampsa, Writer
The rules of this group chat are as follows:
you must have everything in lowercase letters
you must keep all judgement to yourself
you must keep your lips sealed
you must tell us everything
you must reveal every thought
you must be depressed
you must be scared
you must not call anyone a th*t
you must date
you must hate
against all of the hate
because the only way to put out a fire is with fire
you didn’t know that?
you’re dumb. you’re stupid. you’re immature and you don’t matter.
haha same. me. lol.
don’t say lol you idiot that’s what they say
let’s meet in person
yeah it’s at your house
hey let’s run around with a knife and threaten to kill ourselves and don’t tell me that’s triggering because haha me too.
we’re all going through the same thing but mine’s so much worse how could you dare tell me
it’s not
how can you compare yourself to me
You’re such a thot
Oh, you thought that was a rule?
Well rules are made to be broken. Didn’t you know that?
because it didn’t matter when you opened your mouth and told the whole school that i was something i can’t bring myself to be.
it didn’t matter when those words were thrown around like the butterflies in my stomach i didn’t feel for her.
it didn’t matter when i was stuck in a relationship that i couldn’t get out of because the anxiety in my heart was tearing me apart from the inside out.
it didn’t matter to you when i imploded.
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