Each day,
I walk up and down that hall,
Among those people.
Dodging remarks,
Getting to class,
Getting to safety.
But each day,
I walk there,
With those emotional knives,
Stabbing me,
Stabbing my heart.
But never do they become real,
Each day,
I try to make it through,
I try to live,
Do everything I'm supposed to,
But it doesn't make it better.
The restiance gets stronger.
More stab wounds,
Each day,
I try to live through,
And each day,
I say goodbye to you.
