School is not a very fun place for me
Yes, I have many friends
Yes, it can be fun
Most of the time it just feels awkward

When I sit with people I know
It feels as if I'm not wants there
Most of the time I am just ignored
So I'll just read or think to myself

You make me feel sadness,
the kind of sadness that is art.

It's no real smile,
but it's better than a real frown

Black mud
Slip
Fall.

It was the scars
That gave it away

Call out into the storm
Hear the wind scream
Over and over ask
Is this real or is this a dream
Throw metal around
(It's comforting for a second)
Turn up the sound

So you can't hear
Death coming

My pen is a blade and the paper is my skin, my words cut deep as the blade does my wrist.

The saddest thing
Isn't not having friends
But thinking you do
When really *you don't

The girl that everyone knows
is the same girl that no one knows
Behind a perfect smile
is really a frown
Behind her makeup
are only bags for no sleep
She is just another fake girl
In a fake world