Waking up is hard enough.
But then I have to get dressed.
While getting dressed I see my scars.
Scars along my stomach, thighs, ankles, legs, and arms.
I just then start to think about all the cruelty I would have to endure at school.
Once I am finish I wait for the bus.
As I get on the bus people start to snicker and I get self conscious.
Boom I hit the floor.
A boy tripped me.
Everyone seems to be laughing even the bus driver.
The door was still open to the bus; I made a run for it.
I ran all the way home tears rushing down my cheeks that were flushed in embarrassment and anger.
I didn't want to live this life anymore.
"You can end it. Kill yourself," the voices in my head screamed.
I guess I will.
My eyes closed as darkness came over me.
A pill bottle rolled away from my body.
There are no more pills left for me to swallow.
I smiled as I became free.
"Goodbye you horrible world."
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The Mind Is a Dangerous Place
HorrorI don't think these can be called poems. They are just horrible thoughts that go through my head. Started 4-9-16
