Disclaimer: Surprisingly, I don't own anything

A/N: Review! I can't believe this took me over twenty hours to do, I am so weird.

This is a VERY long free verse.

So yeah, feel free to tell me how terrible it is.

~ Falling Apart ~

(Stupidgirl)

The voice p o u n d s in her head,

Echoing. Echoing. Echoing.

She winces a little; wishing it would stop.

(Fatfatfatfat)

She's standing in front of the mirror,

Shaking. Crying. Wishing.

Why can't I be just like her?

Her head shakes,

maybehewillneverloveher

Her heart thumps,

Can you hear it?

(takeagoodlookatyourself)

The mirror; it lies.

But she doesn't know that.

The mirror tells lies and says I'm u g l y

(willyourememberme?)

Ugly. Fat. Stupid. Bully.

Worthless, silly little girl.

Tears are falling, sobs can be heard.

Blonde locks fall to the ground,

Scissors roughly hacking at the once long hair.

Tears d r o p onto the hard floor,

A smile plays on her delicate lips.

(skeletonskeletonskeleton)

Her eyes close, b l o o d drips down,

mixing with the tears.

I love you, why can't you love me too?

She lifts up her top,

hand on her stomach.

Hipbone. Check. Ribs. Check. Collarbone. Check.

Do you love me yet?

She puts her hand on her chest,

Is her heart still beating?

A nod of the head, more tears.

Yes it is.

Onetwothreefourfive

Take a deep breath.

Sixseveneightnineten

Pretend you e n j o y being alive.

Everyday is a fight

It just keeps getting harder.

When will it all end?

When will she be okay?

DO IT SAMANTHA!

DO IT NOW!

She listens to the voice,

never being able to believe it was in her head.

GO SAMANTHA!

Her head nods as she wipes the t e a r s away.

The porcelain bowl in front of her;

so beautiful to her; so plain.

Knees hit the floor

Tears drip into the bowl.

She lets her head drop almost shamefully

DOITDOITNOW

herhandsliftup

the tears finally stop

and then the vicious cycle continues

oncetwicethreetimes

MOREMOREMOREMORE

The voice is screaming now,

and she knows that she can do b e t t e r

WORKHARDERWORKHARDER

She finally stumbles up,

catching her reflection in the mirror.

She doesn't know the girl in the mirror,

nobody does anymore.

Sam? Sam who?

It's Samantha now.

Friends? What are they?

She doesn't need anyone; she doesn't want anyone.

Shakingsweatingcrying

it's all normal

bloodtearsvomit

it's nothing to worry about.

DON'TLOOKATHER

Ignore her walking past you.

Forget about the girl she used to be;

You can't love her anymore; forget about it Freddie.

NO! DON'T LOOK INTO HER EYES.

Ignore the sadness in them,

pretend that she is fine.

Carry on like it's normal, Freddie.

(seethoseshakinghands?)

Yeah? Ignore them.

(seethosetearsrunningdownherface?)

Yeah? Pretend you don't.

(whataboutthevomitinherhair?)

NO! She doesn't want to be found out.

(andthebloodonhertop?)

NO! She likes to make believe that she's invisible.

Bones! Skin and bones.

No, Freddie. She just wanted you to l o v e her.

It's too late now.

She's fading. Falling. Gone.

(ILOVEYOU)

It's too late now.

(IALWAYSLOVEDYOU)

Should have told her sooner.

Dreamsfadeintoone

she's gone.

You never got that chance

and now it's over.

Maybe he should have s-c-r-e-a-m-e-d it out;

I LOVE YOU SAMANTHA PUCKETT

Maybe... just maybe;

he could have saved her.