29th April 2017

every detail is etched in my brain the sense of entrapment following my school teachers dear old mum was there too surrounded in a sense the photographs were placed in front of me dread soaking my (so far) untainted lungs i admit it was me the car journey was awful cheery songs plague through the seats and i let the tears flow freely damn the hospital for being so far sympathetic glances are shot my way and i hate each and everyone of them i get several prep talks about my existence but all i can focus on is my stupidity of getting caught and my burning hatred for you monday rolls around and i am released more glances and harsher whispers i don't know who told and i don't care "is it true?" fuck off you don't care about what i would have done, you just need new gossip their idea of help isn't helpful years of bottling doesn't get fixed by kind words or well meanings the torment worsens yet i get punished for biting back

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