I watch their footsteps
I listen to their laughs
Sometimes I wonder why
They keep joking about love.
I walk into the classroom
The boys are being rude
The girls are gossiping
Sometimes I wonder if
I fit in here.
I sit on the desk, preparing myself
The teacher comes in
He looks very tired, like I'm
Sometimes I wonder if
He wants to die--like I'd.
I start the exam, numbers are running inside my head
I look around to see if everyone's noticing
I look down at the paper and
Pull out a pencil from
the pencil case and
Stab my throat.
While the blood are rushing on my shirt
and down to my legs
I wonder why
They keep joking about love.