Igo to school for another day, it's dark and angry and oh so gray. They call menames and pull my hair. They think I would never dare. I run and cry in astall, does this leave you feeling tall? The bell rings it's time for home. Thepain the horror I have it all, no one hears me when I call. I run to my roomyet again, liquid release a blade and skin. The crimson seeps as I cry,sometimes I just wanna die. That night things get too rough, daddy had too muchto drink. I lock my door; I'm going to escape this horror. I go to closet andstand on the chair, my head in rope I have no air. As I take my dying breath, Ithink it is not a violent death. now i stare and watch, waiting for you.
