A Book for Me.

TEACHER.

Teacher, please listen.
Listen to me.
I am tired.
I tried to keep up my grades,
write down every note,
finish all my tasks,
But I just can't,
Because I am tired , no
I'm sorry , here's valid reason
I'm tired because I am dumb.
No matter how much ,
effort I try to put in
My work would be ,
Degraded anyways.
Do you know how fucking,
pathetic I felt,
When I gave my all and
yet
you put an F on my page
and wrote,
'well done, nice work trying to put effort into this work.'

Teacher ,
Listen to me,
please teacher ,
When I have social anxiety,
and you decide to call out
my name
in front of the class,
I wanted to kill my self .

TEACHER.
What would you do
if I told you that
I didn't want to learn this?
If I told you that
all this work is going to end up
being useless because
I plan to
kill myself before I turn
16.
What would you do.

Anyways TEACHER,
Thank you
For your hard work and commitment
to help me reach success
but I am sorry
to put all of your effort to waste ,
oh
and that last piece of assignment
is own your desk
please
fail it because then
I'd have a reason to
not live anymore.
THANK YOU FOR BEING MY TEACHER
ALTHOUGH I FUCKING HATED YOU SOMETIMES .