I cannot go on: my hands tremble at the very thought.
My mind starts spinning. I'm feeling faint.
I don't want to keep this life of mine
I want to give it away to the first in line.
All the love once used for me
Has now found its separate way,
A new owner, a new purpose,
All of it has been taken away.
I want to cry, I cannot do it,
There are people around, who would be able to see.
I raise my hand, and ask to leave,
The tears start pouring down my cheeks.
The teacher sees, and understands.
He too was once a lonely child.
He nods his head. I reach in my bag.
For a short time, an object catches the light,
but no one sees, and I go out.
The door closes and I start running,
the end of the corridor, then two, then three.
In a corner I collapse, I start to weep.
I cannot stand the tears that turn my eyes into emptying puddles...
Then I grab the object. With short
quick movements, I cut myself. My tears then
stop, replaced by heavy flowing,
Beautiful tears of blood, that flow
slowly and graciously to the ground...
