she walks herself down the halls
away from the people
up against the walls
being sure to keep far from them all
these people make her feel like shit
as if she means nothing
they dont even regert doing it
they say'she dug her own pit'
they dont realize the greatness of her pain
they think nothing of her feelings
if they only knew they are the ones who make her tears come like rain
on her heart they have left an agonizing stain
her life was lived in constant fear
its not like she wanted all this pain
they came from the things she was forced to hear
she just prayed her end was near
they cause her to do things to herself you would have never thought
they never bothered to notice her so no one ever knew
but then there was the day she got caught
until then her happy appearence had been bought
she sat in her room with a knife
she knew what she wanted to do
this would be the last day of her life
and it would end with one simple swipe
the world stared in wonder as they all stopped to see
a girl with a note in her pocket
she had written the things that people wouldnt believe
the girl formally known as me
thas so saddd
and i understand your poem, school makes me feel the same sometimes. and i hate everybody.