High School Girls Suicide.

As I walk through the filled up halls
They turn their heads and stare
I look down at the ground ashamed
The name calling I can hardly bare.

I'm fed up with their repulsive jokes
Can't they see I'm already sick of it
Don't they see what's going on?
Their flawless, you have to admit.

They keep whispering and talking
Like I don't know what they say
I'm just another one of them losers
Another person to push away.

I walk until I reach the bathroom
Impatiently I walk inside the stall
I quietly put my backpack down
And lean myself against the wall.

I reached down inside my bag
Knowing my pain will be released
I hate everyone around me
Myself, especially the least.

I drag the blade across my skin
The stinging tightens as I stop
My mind starts to wonder off
And the blood begins to drop.

I fall onto the blue-tiled floor
Pursuing nothing but my dream
Suddenly I see a girl walk inside
Seeing me, she screams.

Running out the bathroom she yells
For a teacher to come to my aid
I wish they all forgot about me
So my memories could fade.

A teacher rushes through the hall
Quickly calling 911 on his phone
He tells me everything will be fine
I was just so miserable and alone.

I hear the ambulance's noisy sirens
They come and bandage my wrists
The paramedic looks at me funny
As if I was a girl who didn't exist.

They lay me out on a long stretcher
As they pull me out from the stall
I see all of the students, whispering
They made me feel so small.

Many of them are utterly crying
As if they feel so sorry for me
That they wish they were there
When I was on my hands & knees.

The teachers nod their heads
Ashamed for what I have done
On their star bulletin board
I was never number one.

A week later I returned to school
All of them stare at me strangely
With their whispers in control
None of them heard of my plea.

I walk until I reach the bathroom
Impatiently I walk inside the stall
I quietly put my backpack down
And lean myself against the wall.

The people who made me this way
Wish to take away all of the bad
Because what they did was wrong
And always made me very sad.

A fellow student hears a noise
And quickly follows to the stall
She opens the door and screams
She couldn't help but fall.

I took out a silvery looking gun
And softly placed it to my head
I clenched the gun tightly at hand
And blew myself to shreds.