Fat Ugly Lies

Chapter 4

You opened the door and led me outside,
At any other point,
With any other person,
You might seem a gentleman.

But a kind act is worth nothing,
When it is about to be pummelled,
By an act of pain,
Torment,
And lack of any heart whatsoever.

I'd barely stepped outside the room,
When I was thrashed against the wall,
I don't know who by,
Things start to blur straight away.

People usually say it's when you're about to lose consciousness,
But I disagree,
My eyes close instantly,
I'm conscious but I refuse to be.

On days like this I lose the will to live.
Though really,
I lost that a long time ago.

Instantaneously,
I've become numb,
Their words are already muffled,
Nothing more than murmurs.

I like it like this,
This extreme weakness makes me feel stronger,
Able to take it,
Unharmed until I regain feeling,

Then I'll scream,
They'll here me up in heaven,
And down in hell,
I'll watch as I become a painting,

Purple, blue, black
Red ~So much red
Dripping down me,
On my face,
Down my arms

My white shirt is no longer white.
But it's okay.
No, of course it's not but
I'm just too afraid to say anything to anyone.
Including myself.

You and your friends leave without saying a word,
Not that you'd said much during the process anyway,

It was silent,
Save for a few grunts here and there
Emphasising the amount of force and power you were driving into me.
But I guess it needed to be,
There were two teachers less than 10 metres away.

I was crouched in the corner,
I licked my cracked, swollen lips
I could taste metal
More blood.

I slowly lift myself up, remembering it's only lunch and I have to clean up before the bell rings,
Which is in,
10 minutes 

Forget it
It's only Drama and French,
It wouldn't matter if I missed them.
I'll hide in the bathrooms.
They get locked after lunch anyway,

No one will find me,
No one can find me.
No one wants to find me.