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by MicahArctic

by MicahArctic

|M I K E|

There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who I swear I've never seen
Do anything but laugh.

Y/N was her name. She was sweet, pretty, popular. She was an amazing girl.

She's tall and she's smart
Beautiful and strong
And when someone's down
She tries to fix what is wrong

Y/N acted like it was her job to make me smile. "Mike! Mike!" Y/N repeated until I looked at her. "Whats wrong?" She asked me. I didn't answer. I felt arms wrap around me and see Y/N hugged me.

How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...

I noticed that Y/N was always wearing a F/C hoodie and would never roll the sleeves up. I decided to try to see what was on her arms that she was hiding. "Y/N..." I said pulling her arm as her eyes filled with pain. She pulled her arm away and looked at me. "What?" She asked sternly. "Whats wrong?" I asked her as people circled around us. She noticed and put on a smile, which I could tell was forced. I saw her rub her arm and she didn't notoce she accidentally pulled her sleeve up. "I'm fine." She said and I looked at her arm seeing a few cuts and burns...

How does someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough

"Y/N," I told her as she faced me, I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her. "How long...?" I asked her. "How long what?" She asked confused. "How long have...have you been cutting...?" I asked her making her pull away from me. Her eyes darkened as she looked down and then back at me. "..." No reply. I thought she didn't want to but then realised she might not be ready to share this.

There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who's eyes are glazed over
Like newly cut glass

Her eyes became glossy as tears started forming. "...since I was 15." She told me. "Y/N...you know you can always talk to me right?" I asked her. "Yeah..." She told me and sighed.

The ghost of a smile
Hints at her face
And she laughs as they tell her
"Who's on First Base"

How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...

How does someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough

Y/N avoided me after that.

There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who's sad that you find it rare
To see her smile or laugh

She stopped caring about others and hid from everyone.

Her frends tells her jokes
Like that one with the guy
But all she does is close her eyes
And enter her mind

One day I found her. Crying. It hurt me.

How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...
How does someone so loving

Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough

For her imperfections...

There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who yesterday took
The breath that was her last...

She wrote a few notes:
I'm sorry I didn't say
But my mind was messed up
You couldn't save me anyway...

And to the girl in the back of the class
Who feels the way I did...

"Y/N L/N...amazing girl...She was sweet, kind, caring. There were never any problems involving her. She was always trying to make other laugh and smile even when she was hurting,"

How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more

"Goodbye Y/N..." "Thank you Mr.Misetich." Y/N's father told me. "You were her favorite teacher." "She was my favorite student..." I told him and gave him a sad smile.

|So Mike was your teacher? Yeah|