What's up guys, I've been bored and so I decided to edit this piece just a tiny bit so that it is in poem format rather than story. Hopefully some of you will enjoy it ^)^

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"Dyke."

"Mistake of nature."

"Disgusting."

I hear these words every day, and every day I am alone.

It feels like I am the only thing in the world that people pay attention to.

I never wanted attention, but because of an inconsequential part of myself I am the only one worthy of eyes.

All I ever wanted is to have someone to love.

Why, am I not destined to have that peace of happiness just because I want that person to be another woman?

I don't understand, not at all.

I did have someone though, key word is did.

She would try to be the strong one, but I knew.

As I clutched to her I could feel her chest tremble with contained sobs, not a sound ever escaped though.

The girl had long teal hair that ran to her calves in twin tails, and an adorably high voice.

I never hear that voice anymore though.

Her name was Miku; small, simple, cute, just like her.

She decided to take her voice from the world forever.

No one cared.

Some celebrated.

Our relationship didn't last long; the leader of our tormentors had taken a picture of us kissing.

It's not hard to imagine how quickly it spread, throughout both the school and small town.

We were exposed and Miku had still bravely tried to stay strong for us both.

I guess I didn't realize how bad she had taken the abuse.

That is, until I discovered her floor painted with red that also stained the once vibrant teal hair.

That red doesn't mix with teal, so what is it doing there?

A parchment with her final words of, "I'm sorry, Haku," is all that remains of her.

I only curse her name for leaving me to stand alone against them, the monsters.

I still clutch the note while crying, replying the words back to her.

It seems like that's all my life is filled with now.

If only I were stronger,

If only I were more perceptive,

If only I had loved her more,

If only . . .

I'm relieved to know that I will not have to ask "If only" anymore.

Miku left me alone and I hated it.

I have decided that I shouldn't leave her alone either.

I will honor Miku by joining her in the same way she left me.

That silver that is now slick with red is the same shade as my hair.

I guess that means all I was ever meant to do was cause pain.

It's selfish of me to stop my own, but I will be joining Miku in the flames.

We'll burn together.

At least we won't be alone.