bullied an suicide

the first day back

everyone was staring at me.

I walked into class.

did I have something on my face?

I don't know what's going on!

people turned away while miss rosette was screaming in my face. I didnt want to tell the truth I just said I woke up late, well that was a big fat lie. I didnt even sleep a wink last night.  she sent me out I got angry an drew all over my hand. she came out side an all the students in the class was lifting up paper into the air towards me. 'pathetic' silly', stupid,  die, cunt, haha, freak. i ran.

out of breath,  blood pressure high, sickness to my stomach.  i find the beach an the sky was gloomy an the wind would slowly push sand through the side an you see it rise an fall. no one around me? It's so quiet. not a breath to be spoken not a heart to be broken. I fall against the welcoming sand as I brush my fingers through the sand it slowly falls through the gaps of my fingers back down to its other half.

I rapidly take the sharp object from my pocket an cross it against my skin at first once then maybe twice it got to more an more where you could no longer see the golden looks of the gentle sand. its was all gone. it started to poor, poor with tears or poor with pain. its hurt you one it will never stop.  you try to overdose an take your life away an all them kids at school laugh in your face. This planet is such an awful race