Did you ever realize that sitting next to you every day, listening to you call me names and refusing to look me in the eye, sitting there throwing your insults in my face as they slice through my self esteem hurts me a little? Did you ever come to think that one day I might just break and you would be the reason? You would be the cause of my death? I could go home and grab my razor blade or maybe I could just swallow a bottle of pills or maybe I could just go get my dad's gun up in the closet. Or maybe I could just sit there and think about all the things you've done to me and just start crying because i'm not ending this over love.. or a guy.. Life is HELL because of you: You and what you make me feel like. so if I use the gun and I chicken out it wont matter because the pills will kick in soon anyway and as I sit here and wait for them to slowly kill me i'll draw pictures on my arms with razor blades. And on monday the teacher will look at the class and say i'm dead and you will say, "Who was that?" and then you'll look at the empty seat next to you and realize it was me.. But you would never know you did this to me. I would have killed you instead, but then I would have been hated because you are loved and cherished and I am never noticed. And then I finally die, and hey, i'm in hell now because killing yourself is a sin; but shit, this place is paradise compared to sitting next to you everyday. So thanks for making this my fate; i'm enjoying it so.