I had a bad day and i knew what to do.

The knife just sitting there was
telling me what to do.

I slit my wrists clean open
and all the pain dissappeared.
I told my so called friends and
they told the world.

The next day at school people
looked and stared. They would
just look and glare. Telling one
person started one big flare!

My friends would talk about me
i knew that they did. If i tried to
come into the conversation
they would say its nothing
forget about it.

Maybe they should concider my
feelings on the matter. Instead
of excluding me. If they would
just have a chat with me they
might understand it just like that.

But they dont care they just wanna sit and stare.
 
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