In The Back Of The Room

I'm sitting in the back of the room,
No one knows I'm here,
No ones a true friend,
They couldn't give a care,

They don't even know my name,
But they judge me even though,
Unwilling to hear the untold,
They judge what they see,
Not what they know,

No matter what I do,
I'm just a joke to you,

Would you think twice?
When its too late?
Would you finally be nice?
Then stop your hate?

When I slit my wrist,
Were you ever there,
Why would it be any different,
This time, Would you finally care?

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