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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.
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
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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.
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
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