Smile So Fake
Remeber To Bring Several Books
Grab Some Pencils
And Mabey Even A Few Dirty Looks.
Harold Glances At Me And My Slashed Up Wrist
I Sure Hope He Isnt Getting The Drift.
'So What If I Cut My Self.?' I whispered in my mind.
I Left Every Sorrow, Pain, And Thought Behind.
My Day Went As Usual
Compleatly Unsuitibale.
Im Picked On, Bullied, Afraid As Can Be
But Anyways Thats Just Everyday Me.
The Boys Find It Funny, They Jokingly Laugh
As My Anger And Despair Climbs Up The Staff.
I Secretly Cry Outside On My Way
Considering, Thinking My Day Away.
When I Arive At My Home, I Get Welcomed With Nothing
Today My Heart Feels As Though It Is Crushing
I Walk Up The Stairs My Eyes Filled With Tears
Today Is The Day I've Been Dreaming Of For years.
I Hold The Blade, A Firm Grasp I Holding
Myy Hand Is Shapeshifting to The Knife That is Golden.
I Close My Eyes Gently And Swollow The Fear
I Thourouly Shove The Knife Down And The Pain Is Here
Im Screaming And Pleeding For My Life To Stay
But All Of A Sudden The Pain Fades Away
The Blood Stops Pooring,
And All I know Is That This Isnt Adooring.
Up I Go, Into The Sky,
They All Cried With My Nickname Of Bryy.
I Felt So Gulilty, So Mad And So Vain,
Now When I Cry It Turns Into Rain.
