I've locked myself in my room minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day.
Thinking about what you've said to me. Just to let you know, I've considered your word but I didn't want you to be right. I'm still in my room writing this while I talk to you over the phone. You say you sorry and I accept your apology only for tomorrow you embarrass me again. Stupid white trash, slut, whore, worthless piece of shit. Only to ring me and say sorry again. The next day I don't show up to school. At break you ring me in private. You ask where I was and you were being nice until your friends come over to you. You start yelling through the phone. You start to be mean. After a little while you ring me back. But I don't answer. You stop by my house after school and see me put down a note. You burst through the door as I put the rope around my neck. I stare at you with tears in my eyes. I say sorry and jump. You catch me.
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