Self Harm Poems and Quotes

Gone

I'm leaving.
I'm going to be gone.
You think a few months is a long time.
Soon it will be here.
And I'll be gone.
You won't miss me, no matter how many times you say it.
You won't be upset, no matter how hard you try to care.
You'll just look over to my empty seat in class and realize that I'm gone.
And you'll realize how little I meant.