Darkness Of A Blade

I'm tired of being pushed around,
feeling lost and never found.
Nobody cares about my life
so I should end it with this sharpened knife.

Walking down the hall at school,
walking alone, feeling like a fool.
Seeing people I talk to in class,
saying hi when they walk by, but no response as they pass.

Eating lunch at a table all by myself,
wondering if some people even care about my health.
Going outside, seeing people talk to their friends
makes me want to go home and try to make my pain end.

Sitting alone, watching people walk by,
not even caring if they happen to see me cry.
I feel alone in this place we call home.
In a world of tall people, I feel like a gnome.

It seems like nobody cares if I'm alive,
I should go home and find the cabinet full of knives,
find a place where a cut will finish me off for good,
and hope that people remember where I last stood.

I'm so tired of being pushed around
but its ok since my body lays dead on the ground...