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Walking steadily but slow,
Down the school dorm.
Noticing people I once knew,
But I still feel the storm.

My books - each in hand,
As tears wet all the pages.
Such a painful world today,
But these are normal stages.

The heartache deep inside,
Doesn't show on my face.
I hear my name being called,
But I don't like this place.

I see my old love affair,
As he walks into an old room.
Looking different these days,
My existence wont be here soon.

Dropping my books off,
Into the following class.
Wishing I could run away,
But I can't escape that fast...

My vision starts to blur slowly,
As tears run down my cheek.
People watching me, hurtfully,
Knowing it happens every week.

Yet, nobody asks if i'm okay,
As they already know the truth.
Knowing that I lie every time,
Under this broken ridged roof.

My sleeves rolled down today,
Cuts kept under linen and lace.
Want to scream that I'm hurting,
But I keep the emotions off my face.

Just a blank page, I always wear,
That people have gotten used too.
Wish it could be somebody else,
But it's me hurting, not you.

Reaching for the scissors that I kept,
Hiding them deep inside my pocket.
Trying to find a time; I can exit here,
Coldness burning, off my silver locket.

Into the bathroom - the next stop,
With white, porcelain toilet bowls.
Locking the door behind me as I enter,
Taking my scissors and cutting holes.

It stands out clear, 'I hate my life.'
As it's written all over this plain wall.
Wishing there was time to write more,
Upon the broken rooves & down the hall.

Hating the fact, as its chosen now,
Thoughts running through my head.
'There's no point on staying here,
Aren't you wishing inside, to be dead.'

The blade of the golden scissors,
Traces journies upon my wrists.
Wishing I could of explained there,
Who had turned my mind straight to this.

Blood pours down off my arms,
As I hear a young girl scream.
I tell her not to tell anybody,
And that it was all just a dream.

She doesn't listen to me, then,
And then I wondered if she could hear...
Maybe I got what I had wished for,
And at that moment I had dissappeared.

My body gets carried away then,
To a black hoarse thats outside.
Flowers sit patiently upon the wood,
But I can't see anybody inside...

Then my existence dissappears,
My name has been erased off the list.
Flying into the moonlight of the sky,
After, that final cut kept upon my wrist.

I'm a beautiful concrete angel now,
As I'm happily buried down below.
Never knowing that I was there,
And the truth you will never know.

But nodody will know the facts today,
Because I had never let them see.
The person who hurt me most inside,
Was nobody imparticular as,

It was me...

i like both of your poems

It was me who heart got brokin.
It was me whos heart had died.
It was me who cuted all night.
It was me who cryed for you all night.
It was me who called you name.
It was me who dreamed of you.
It was me loving you.
It was me kissing you.
But now that has comed to an end.
As you break my heart.
And has i rasie the knife.
And as this tale comes to an end.
I wanna say this.
''Goodbye''
Die.