Some days,
I feel sadder or more depressed than usual.
Some days,
I'm suicidal again.
I try not to be but,
I can't help it.
Some days,
I'm just more lonely than others.
Some days I think about my lack of friends and how I have been stabbed in the back by so many.
On those days,
I cry.
I cry silently and secretly.
I cry throughout the day.
Some days,
I cry in school when I see you looking so happy with your new friends.
The ones you left me for.
You left me wounded.
You left me to die.
You never looked back.