They say, "You do it for attention."
I say, "Who says?"
They say, "Stop showing off."
I say, "I'm telling you I want to be dead."
They say, "Go on, do it."
I say, "You know, I will."
And the next day,
I don't come to school.
They say, "I'm sorry for everything I did."
A new girl moves in town,
She has scars on her wrist,
She doesn't say a word,
About the problems of an endless list.
One day she's sitting alone,
And they walk up to her and say,
"You do it for attention."
She replies, "Who says?"
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AcakPlease don't take these. My poetry is all I have. warning: VERY SAD, DON'T READ IF YOU ARE EASILY UPSET
