a knife in the droor is calling her name
the problems of life
are giving her shame
she pulls open the droor
and pulls out the knife
gently and tearily
slides the knife across her arm
she's deep in despair
she needs some help
but doesn't want it
thinking that she's helping herself
by this amazing feat.
she finds herself one day
at school being horassed
she runs into the bathroom
and searches for something fast
the best thing she could find
was a compass on the floor
she picked it up
and locked the stall door
tears streaming from her eyes
from the slap across the face
she removes the pencil
and drags the sharp side
she's bleeding and crying
and the pain still isn't gone
so she repeats her act again
tearsstart to stream
harder and harder from her eyes
as her friend happens to walk in
she'd realize that cry
she's heard it before
she kicked up her leg
and knocked down the stall door
she found the girl in the corner
a bloody compass thrown to the floor
blood and tears
seemed to echo throughout the room
she sat down and held her
nobody said a thing
they cried together
it seems her friend pulled the right string.

(this story is not about me)
thanks for reading. -lossdaystarr
 
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