[Dark Enough]
[Sappeko Angst]
[Depression and Suicide Warning]
[I'm So Sorry]

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April 28st, 2018.

It was Sapphire Maye's funeral. Everyone she cared about was there because.. She ended it seven days ago and.. It was Nekomai's turn to say something yet, She didn't say anything.

She Sang.

"There is a girl, In the front of my eyes.." She started, quickly bringing a hand up to wipe her tears away.

"Who I swear I've never seen do anything but laugh.." Nekomai smiled weakly at the memory of Sapp's grin and laugh.

"She's short and she's smart, Beautiful and strong.." She whispered into the mic, her tail and ears limp against her thighs and head.

"And when someone's down, She tries to fix what is wrong.."

"How does someone so perfect, Feel so insecure?" Nekomai sang her question, gripping the black plastic of the microphone.

"As to scar her skin with cuts and burns.. And still want to hurt more?" She frowned, gripping her free hand into a fist as she had lost her wife.

"How does one so loving, Learn to hate her own guts?"

"Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade, as if her mind isn't dark enough.." Nekomai muttered, remembering seeing the scars on her wife's arms and thighs.

"There is a girl in front of my eyes, Who's eyes are glazed over like newly cut glass.."

"The ghost of a smile, Hints at her face and she laughs as they tell her 'Who's at first base?'." Nekomai silently whimpered, her tail now curling in disgust at the thought.

"How does someone so perfect, feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns.. And still want to hurt more.."

"How does someone so loving, Learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade, as if her mind isn't dark enough.." Nekomai softly sang, Sadness heard in her shaky voice.

"There is a girl in the front of my eyes.. Who's sad that you find it rare to see her smile or laugh.."

"Her friends tells her jokes, Like that one with the guy.. But all she does is close her eyes, And enter her mind.." Nekomai sighed after pulling the mic away from her face, tears slowly slipping down her cheeks before pulling the mic back to ghost over her lips.

"How does someone so perfect, feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns.. And still want to hurt more.."

"How does someone so loving, Learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade, as if her mind isn't dark enough.." Nekomai sadly sang, Everyone in the rows now crying as well or.. They've been crying since they heard about it. "For her imperfections.."

"There is a girl, In the front of my eyes.. Who a week ago took the breath that was her last..."

"She wrote a few notes; I'm sorry Ididn't say, But my mind was messed up.. You couldn't save me anyway.." Nekomai whispered, looking down at her wife laying in the satin covered sheets.. She looked so peaceful..

"And to the girl behind me, Who feels the way I did.."

"How does someone so perfect, feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns.. And still want to hurt more.." Nekomai whimpered before falling to her knees in sadness, dropping the mic and sobbing into her freckle covered hands.