She was only 9 years old.
She asked the kids on the playground if she could join in.
A boy looked at her and said, “You're not good enough”
When she got home,
Her mum asked her what was wrong.
“I'm not good enough” she said.
She was 13 years old.
She asked these girls if she could sit with them.
The girl looked at her and said “You're not cool enough”
When she got home,
Her mum asked her what was wrong.
“I'm not cool enough” she replied.
She was 15 years old.
She asked a boy why he didn't like her.
He looked at her and said “You're not pretty enough”
When she got home,
Her mum not caring at all anymore asked what was wrong.
With tears in her eyes she whispered “I'm not pretty enough”
She was 17 years old.
She didn't ask anybody anything.
“You don't deserve to live” they all told her.
When she got home.
Her mum didn't care what was wrong.
In fact, nobody did. Not even herself.
She watched the world slowly disappear,
along with all the pain.
As the rope stole her last breathe of air.
“We didn't care enough”
The boy from the plaground whispered.