I sit in the corner of homeroomAsking myself what to do
And hoping I only go noticed by a select few
As I stare at the morning dew
Then, from the doorway
Bright red hair flows my way
Much to my dismay.
And I begin to wish again, that I begged you to stay.
You come to me
A big smile on your face
One that makes me want to flee
As my heart throbs from what I see.
How could you do this to me?
I act like I forgive what you did
An action I wish I could forbid
And instead, I choose to stare at the single branch of orchid.
Even as I try to ignore you
You try to tell me what you know as true.
And I silently apologize to my classmates for this awkward view.
And suddenly, an apology flies from your mouth
And I cringe, head resting down
Please be quiet, we don't want this going around.
Our classmates don't know what we're talking about.
Tears fill my eyes
Much to your surprise
I'm sorry, I know you have never seen me cry.
But right now, I have to let this slide.
I close my eyes, tears running down my face
Why do this in such a place?
Why apologize for your sick ways
Of your friends breaking up with me for you, and it wasn't even face to face?
You did this to yourself
So why are you acting like it's the parallel
And pretending to act 'oh well'?
What the hell?
Please, stop talking
Start walking
And stop stalking
You're unwanted, stop hawking.
Then you leave
And I feel like I can breathe
Now, people stare at my form
They know I'm not a norm
My hoodie hugs my small frame
And my body steadily continues to wane
In my head, I'm alone again
My wrists ache
From the blade I once held that left red lines in its wake
I feel so fake
And I'm acting like I'm fine, it's a piece of cake.
I wipe my tears, my smile awake.
I can't let the tears show
I can't let anyone ever know
About the hardships I have at home.
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