You'll probably never read this
And I guess it's for the best
I'm still picking up the pieces
Well, at least the ones that you left

My friends all say I'm crazy
That I should give up and move on
But it's easier said than done
When I've wanted you for so long

Don't think that I blame you
Because really I am at fault
I'm shy, and blended in
And she stood out to you...

When people look at me
I wonder what they say
But maybe I am better off
Not knowing, in this way

They tell us go to school
Better yourself this way
But how am I gaining
When I lose myself each day

Walking through the halls
Whispers can be heard
School can be torture
If you are deemed a nerd

Bullying free zone
That's what the teachers say
They don't see it as it happens
But we see it every day

What if I could just end it
One girl asks on the brink
As she picks up her razor
And sits down on the sink

A second and I'll be done
Never to hear again
The question isn't "Will it happen?"
It should just be "When?"

So if you see a person
Sitting there alone
Sit down right beside them
Show them that they're known