A Leaf That Feels Like Glass (Poetry Collections)

Wish

I am sorry, But I hope you die.
Crying in the classroom, in the bedroom
In the hallways, In the bathroom.
Someone banging in the door.
Muffled voices pitying me.
Your ghost haunting me.
Wiping my tears, their cold hands
In my hands slowly patting my hair

So why are you still here ?
Can't you die ?
I promise I'll be heartbroken
I just want them to look at me
All of them
All of them
But  what am I actually saying?