They announced it on a Monday
In our schools old sweaty hall
That the girl that I had maths with
Wasn't coming back at all
You could hear the silent questions
She was perfect wasn't she?
What demons she was fighting
That we were all too blind to see?
I sat in maths that Monday
Beside her now abandoned desk
When our teacher told us not to fail
The fast approaching test
I remember she once whispered
She was envious of me
My parents knew the work it took
Just to get a simple B
I wish I'd noticed earlier
Or had the decency to ask
Because her world must've been crumbling
Behind her perfect student mask
And I wonder on that Sunday
It was the last thought in her brain
That the only A+ she could give
Was the blood type in her veins
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
