I hold this blade on my already tattered wrist.
Just waiting to feel pain and relief.

I walk the dark streets at 4 in the morning at winter,
just to feel the cold air on my warm skin.

I walk alone I die alone everyday,
dreaming she will never get over me.

I sit here trying to be quiet.
I sit here trying not to yell at someone.
I sit here holding back tears and fears.
I sit here with rushing thoughts of death.
I sit here biting my tongue.
I sit here and listen to their words go in one ear and out the other.
I sit here trying to keep calm.
I sit here with dreadful feelings.
I sit here alone.
I sit here in class and no one sees how bad it is.
I sit here and no one cares about the ones with darkness in their heart.