It was a rather warm September day
a year and a half ago...
I remember that much.
I only really recall
you walking into class and
taking my breath away-
how I could only think
about how
you were different, and
how none of my
friends would believe
me.
The months went on,
and things only went downhill
from there.
I lost myself and I
couldn't find
my way out.
I thought about cruel things,
and I thought about
ending it all.
I was in pain, and I took it
out on a
pencil and a piece of
paper.
I tried to escape,
but it only pulled me farther
under.
I shut myself away and
tried to ignoreall of my plaguing thoughts.
I didn't eat for
days and I put on a
smile for show-
a laugh to fool.
I was trying to figure out who I
was and what I was
doing here.
I remember sitting on my window sill
and looking up at the sun...
I remember looking at the moon and
crying because I had had
enough.
I did something horrible,
and then everything was done.
My friends wouldn't look at me
straight-
and I was almost kicked outta
school.
My mother was worried
about how it would
effect her reputation,
and at the same time she was
worried that I'd kill myself.
My dad could only smile sadly,
and my baby sister just sat
by my side and hugged me.
When I saw you for the first time
since my
suspension...
I couldn't look you in they eye.
What a drastic way to let you know
that I existed.
