I sit, head down, eyes down,
Trying unsuccessfully to block out the world.
The insults slowly chipping away at the small amount of self-confidence I have.
The physical aggression creating new bruises over ones that have not yet healed.
I walk, eyes to the ground, book clutched tightly to my chest, trying not to weep.
What did I do to deserve this?
Don't hit me, don't shove me, don't touch me!
See what you've done to me!
I go into the bathroom, pull out my knife,
Time to numb myself to this painful life.
I draw the blade across my skin and watch the sweet, merciful crimson flow.
A smile spreads across my face, this is the world I choose to embrace.
A creaking sound..the door is opening!
Frantically I hide my key to bliss, so frantically I forget to hide my wrist.
I hear a scream and see them there
With their flawless skin and bleach-blonde hair.
Matching looks of horror on their perfect faces,
They've seen the blood.
One runs out, the others stay,
Making sure I don't run away.
The teachers come running as I stand in the middle of the room.
The blood is flowing slowly now
And now..they can all see what their tormenting has done to me.