Happier If I Die
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Yasmeen Mohamad, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2019
A sob held back, as she runs around, they come and attack, no escape found.
The tears build up, but tall she must stand, for they will come once again with insults she cannot withstand.
She trembles back home, with fear she never had before, but she kept saying “There is no reason to cry for.”
The same thing happens each day, depression has finally found its way.
On the edge of a cliff she stands, like she rules all the land.
She slowly slips down with bliss, falling down she never had fun as much as this.
When the news spread, they did not know what to say, they regretted insulting her every single day.