School was a steel wall in the way of my happiness, at least that's what I thought.
From the static noise of the car ride to my mouth filled with the fabric of my pillow,
In the end, I blamed it all on life. Hating it, hating reality.
My reality.
I walked through those gates, the gaping void swallowing me whole. Murmurs of conversation from the insignificant people passing me. Yeah, it's their fault I feel this way. I thoughtlessly say, "I want to die."
Who put me here? I wasn't a side character at that point. Pushing their values on me and I hypocritically push them back. Special, aren't I? Tragic, aren't I?
I was a faceless body to those around me. Wandering aimlessly with no one by my side. My obstinacy blinded me and I sneered at the smiles surrounding me. Everything was drained of color, just as I was. I could hardly keep my eyes open without the thought of death beckoning me to shut them permanently.
Today, I eat alone again. Today, I cry in my bed again.
I am unimportant. Why should I waste my time getting out of bed today?
