They searched my room
Said they found a box of sharp objects
And asked if that was what I used
They searched my room
Said they found wrapped and unwrapped condoms
And asked have you
They searched my room
Said they found pills, pipes, straws, and bags full of drugs
And asked do you
They searched my room
Said they found a suicide letter
And asked were you going to do it
The searched my room
Said they found poems
And asked if that's how I really see life and how I felt
They searched my room
Said they found letters addressed toward my mom
And asked do you mean everything you said
They searched my room
Said they found my diary and read it
And asked if the reason why I did everything was for him
All of a sudden I looked up from staring at my feet
And with a tear running down my cheek
Shook my head yes
And returned looking down at my feet
While the room fell into complete stillness and silence
 
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