everyday u see me in the halls and ask me if i am ok.... i stare into your
blank non-caring eyes, and simply nod my head yes and you walk away...whats
wrong with you can't u see? I'm not ok i'm dying inside. i cry myself to
sleep every night an slit my wrists.trying to die.....i hide my self in my
black disquise. you see me in the halls and pretend to care sometimes but
you don't want to take the time out of your busy life to be my friend. So i
continue to live my life this way. untill one day u don't see me in my usal
spot in the hall you wounder what happened so you go to the office and the
lady tells you that i killed myself last night. i went to far and cut to
deep you begin to wounder what i would've been like if you jus tried to be
my friend really tried to care, and then you realize maybe thats all i
really needed "a friend..."
 
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