Troubled Soul

Sitting here in darkness,
The cut's released the pain.
It doesn't end what happens though,
I know it will happen again.

The same names being called,
The same things thrown at me.
They spit at me and push me,
What do they want me to be?

Why must they hurt me,
What did i do?
My family will never know,
The hell that i go through.

They think i am just growing up,
Every time they see me cry.
But they will never know,
Why i want to die.

Why everyday i get up for school,
I wish was still in bed.
Not having to get up and breathe,
Just lying there cold and dead.

But they think I'm a superstar,
At school because i am smart.
My mum has started asking questions,
About my bruises and scars.

Being smart doesn't make you popular,
Not tall and thin, like them.
I just want to end my life,
Never get up again.

I wonder how the school would feel,
About the publicity.
But one thing i know for sure,
Is what they'd say about me.

She was a bright student,
Her futures path was laid.
I had no idea she was so hurt,
She was polite and well behaved.

Well they can keep their speech's,
Their higher work and grades too.
I know i can't go on much longer,
But I'm afraid of what i need to do.

So god forgive me for my sins,
And release my troubled soul.
Because by tomorrow,
I'll be dead and cold.