I sit there,
not listening to the words being said.
Im thinking. Thinking about my life.
It doesnt make me any happier.
I feel worse.
I ask to leave the class.
To go down to the bathroom.
To get away.
I leave.
When I leave the class,
I do not think that I would be leaving this world too.
Yet, Whilst down in the cubicle, thinking about everything.
I take my own life.
It hurts, but it takes away my thoughts.
Blood pours onto the tiles.
I gasp.
I cant breathe.
The door opens, and I scream for them to go away.
I hear them gasp in horror and shock.
But they dont do as I wish, they save me.
Here, I lay in the hospital bed.
I curse whoever savd me.
But, they did nothing of the sort,
for my hand reaches for another knife.
