I am sick
My stomach feels weak
My legs are numb
I can barely breath or speak
As if there is a gaping hole where my chest cavity should be
I just want to curl up and die
So I can get the pain over with
So I won't have to wake up feeling everything will get better
Then to have my hopes shattered right as I enter a place where I should be learning
Where I am supposed to feel safe
Where my friends will be there to make me smile and laugh
...
But instead, the word "retard" is the first thing I hear as I enter my own school
It lingers with me until I am home
Where I take out my anger in raising my voice slightly, aggravating everyone else
It doesn't matter that my day was terrible at school
It's my fault it has to linger on at home
It's all my fault
Its always my fault
One day, I won't feel sick anymore
That will be the day I die
