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I'm in history

My worst class

My teacher calls on me 

Everyone turns to look at me 

They criticize my clothes 

I try to answer 

But only a squeak comes out Now everyone is laughing 

Even the teacher I run out of the class and run into my closet 

My closet is my asylum, my safe house 

I lock the door 

I find my knife  

I carve out the word DUMB on my legs and arms 

 I start to cry 

 I use an old rag I found on a shelf to soak up the blood 

 Then I hear a familiar voice 

I get as quiet a possible  

It's him If he finds out I'm here and what i have done 

He won't let it be 

I feel really guilty and find more space on my arms 

I hear him walk away and i relax a bit 

I carve one more word on my arm 

It's no ordinary word its his name 

I clean up my mess and head back to class 

Nobody notices that I've been gone 

Nobody notices that I've been crying 

Finally the bell rings 

The day is over 

I rushout the door and into the hall 

There's a big crowd and someone knocks me down 

Nobody notices I'm there 

Finally someone helps me up 

HE helps me up

I forgot to fix my sleeves before he helped me 

My sleeve falls down and He sees my work

I jump up and run to my secret asylum

He follows me there

And follows me in

He locks the door before I can run

He grabs me and spins me around

He pulls off my jacket

My work has reopened

The crimson red of blood flowing down my arms

I fall to the floor crying

He sits down next to me

He moves me into his lap

He cradles and comforts me until I stop crying

He gets the old rag and cleans up the blood

I ask him why he is doing this

He says the same reason I carved his name in my arm

I start to say Kyle I'm so sorry

He cuts me off and says

Lillian as long as I'm here you will never go through this alone

I start to cry again but he shushes me and says

Don't cry just stay with me and there will be no need for tears

And ever since then he has been right

I have never gone through this alone and

There has been no need for tears 

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