Poems by a Stressed Out Teenager

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It's the morning. Your parents walk into your room to wake you up for school. First they think you're just sleeping, but they notice your little chest not moving. They notice you slumped over the side of the bed, wrist up. They see a pool of blood underneath your lifeless arm. Your bed is covered in blood. Your whole body is colorless except for the red spots in certain places. Their faces go white. They feel sick. Your mom falls to her knees, hands trembling, tears streaming down her now very pale face. Your dad runs up to her now motionless body. He begins to shake you yelling "Wake up! I'm know you're still here!" He begins to cry. Your strong father is now balling his eyes out. One of your siblings run upstairs knowing what happened before she even stepped into the room. They knew you were feeling like this. Now they hate themselves more than you hated yourself. They regret not saving you. They wish they said something. A day has passed and the whole school knows. All your friends think you were sick and that they will see you tomorrow but it's five minutes before school ends and an announcement comes on the sound system. They share the loss. Your best friend is in her class screaming in pain. She wants to die. She goes home and locks herself in her room. She paces around her room crying, thinking. She pulls out the long scarf from her closet and twenty minutes later, your best friend is now gone as well. She was hoping to meet you again. Now the school is mourning the loss of two bright teenagers. Two families cry tonight. Your crush hears the news and doesn't talk to anyone for days. He stops eating. He stops talking. He stops living. He sits alone in his dark room thinking of all the ways he could have helped. You're dead forever. Those people who made fun of you cry tonight too. They never meant to kill anyone. Your teachers have to go through all your records and take you out of their classes. They cry tonight too. That one teacher who saw your arm will live in regret knowing if they would have done something you could have had a family, gone to college, had a future...but now you're dead. You may not think anyone cares, but everyone does. Deep down