When I say that I am sick and I want to come home from school, I tell you that I feel like I am going to throw up. But I'm really not. I'm lying. It's just that no one understands when I say that I want to kill myself right now I want to go home and sleep. No one thinks that counts as sick. When I feel sick I want to jump off the roof of my house head first, and I want to go into the washroom and cry my eyes out, I want to take apart my pencil sharpener and slice my wrists until they are nothing but a bloody mess, I just want it to end. Because to be honest, I don't feel physically sick ever.
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A Little Poetry
PoetryJust a little poetry that I wrote in the darkness of my room WARNING This will most likely be depressing Sorry
