"What's that?"
the boy beside you speaks.
Softly he smiles
as he reaches over to clean the tear stains on your cheeks.
"The cat did it."
you say the same lie as always
but some how he seems to understand
as he looks side to side in the hallways.
So quiet a pin could be heard
but are soon filled with the gasps that seem to have escaped your lips
as you stare at his wrists with thoughts blurred.
"You're not alone beautiful."
He states pulling up your sleeve
to reveal the marks crawling up your skin
"No one wants you gone, you shouldn't have to leave."
A smile crawls up your lips
because you understand there are other people in pain here
that have to say the same excuse
and have that same fake smile
but silently wanting to disappear
