Have you ever had what I like to refer to as 'The Moment'
'The Moment' when you are laying in bed starring at the wall ready to just give up
It's been three weeks since I started my new school
Three weeks and I still sit alone
What's wrong with me
Am I really that awful
I have 'The Moment' a lot
Where I slice my wrists and cry
I start to give up
I start to lose all hope
I sat in school today with a bulky sweater on because I'm fat and really don't need anyone seeing my ugly scars
I stared at each of the kids in the room and thought how many people would actually care if I died
Would anyone really care that the new girl killed herself
"I heard she hung herself" they might say
"I heard she shot herself"
"I heard she hit a vain"
I sit and ponder this question as I stare blankly at my wall
Wondering when it stops hurting
Wondering how do you make friends
I laugh a fake laugh
Smile a fake smile
Live a fake life that I don't want to live
But in 'The Moment' I realize I'm too much of a coward to do it
But then again misery loves company
And I guess I'm the guest for a while
"I heard she hit a vain"
