Do they know what it feels like?
To feel like nothing,
Don't they understand it's not just life?
It's everything.
To have been put down enough times,
Making yourself feel even worse,
Why isn't it considered a crime?
If only they saw how much it hurts.
The things that they say,
Causing you to hate yourself,
It's not them that has the price to pay,
Blades that cause so much damage to oneself.
Don't they see your pain inside?
The way you want to die,
The scars on your hips that you hide,
Actions that make you scream, "why?"
I wish they could understand,
How awful it feels to be nothing,
They wouldn't comprehend,
That maybe- those jokes weren't funny.
One day you won't be at school,
They'll find out how much they hurt you,
Won't they be the fools,
When they find out suicide was all they brought you to do.
