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by Kayla Nicole Sep 23, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I go to school Just to be picked upon They don't know What they are doing I wanted them to know How their words gave an Impact on me So I run down the hall And leave the school Teachers are screaming for me to come back Then I get to the parking lot and turn around Students and Teachers all around me I look at them in tears I scream out "Because of You" And start at my wrists By the time I stop There is no skin left I fall to the ground Into a pool of blood Teachers move the crowd back And come to see Though they hope They know I'm slipping Next thing I know I vaguely hear a siren I feel numb Like I'm not even here There is no difference Compared to being alive I shed a tear And I'm no longer here...