Depression

His help

My teacher asked me a few questions

I answered the questions wrongly

Now everyone is laughing at me

I feel the tears crawl up my throat

I feel the tears flood my vision

It is happening again

I ask to go to the restroom

My teacher lets me go

I run out of the classroom

I go past the restroom

Run into the closet

Lock the door so no one finds me

Curl up into a ball start to cry

Now start to sob

I hear a familiar voice outside the closet

I get quiet and listen

It is HIM but who is with him

It is my best friend

What are they talking about

They are talking about a date they went on

She knows we dated once

She knows that I hate him

But she went behind my back

She was the only one I truly trusted

Now I have no one

I curl back up

Start sobbing again

I reach for my pocket

I pull out the blade

I pull up my sleeve

There are a million scars on my arm

I add a few more

Cut one, two, three, four, five

The feeling too familiar

Too relaxing

I lay back

Stop sobbing

Hold my bleeding arm out

Wait until the bleeding slows down

Put the blade away

Wipe my face off

Pull my sleeve down

Go to the restroom

Fix myself up

Go back to class

No one notices me

The bell ring end of school

I rush out of class

There's a huge crowd

Someone runs into me

Knocks me down

He catches me by my arm

And my sleeve falls down he sees them

I jump up and run away

Back to my closet

I start to sob again

I start to pull out my blade again

But he enters the closet

I freeze and tell him to leave

But he doesn't leave