Everyday,
I show up to school.
The teachers don't know what's going on with me,
and I don't want them to.
I grab my pencils
and grab my books.
The other kids give me ***** looks.
They don't like the way I dress,
so I don't like them.
Now that school's back in season,
the depression starts again.
The cutting,
the suicidality, which never even left,
all return again for fall,
just in time for school.
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 1:27 AM UTC
Everyday,
I show up to school.
The teachers don't know what's going on with me,
and I don't want them to.
I grab my pencils
and grab my books.
The other kids give me ***** looks.
They don't like the way I dress,
so I don't like them.
Now that school's back in season,
the depression starts again.
The cutting,
the suicidality, which never even left,
all return again for fall,
just in time for school.