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As I walked into school I had you staring at me.

As I walked into the toilet you followed me.

As we spoke about suicide in english you still laughed at me as i ran out of the class.

You dont know the stress you put me through...

I may not no your name but you know mine...

I hate the way you pin me to the floor and punch me.

I hate the way you pin me to the wall and snog me.

Why do you do this to me.

Im dead inside.

Im inside out.

You make me feel like a bit of mouldy bread.

Just remember I will always be a person.

Even when I do commit suicide I will always be a human.

Mum you have always been there when I was upset.

Dad you beat up the boys when I was getting beat at school.

but that didnt stop them.

You think your life is shit.

but if i went back to day 1 of my life everyone knew i would be dieing ay the age of 13.

Im off to heaven in 2 minutes. No one is at home to stop me.

I will go get a knife and go sit in the field.

No one knows my pain...

Right now (Monday 16 june at 7:28PM) I am walkin to the field.

As i leave my house I see my neighbour laughing at me. I smile knowing I will be happy.

I am now sitting in the field.

Sorry I have to go. Cos I am now going to glide the knife on my skin.

Thank you for being there for me when i needed you.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 16, 2014 ⏰

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