School
School
It's pointless
Words hurt me
Teachers never do anything
Old scars become fresh wounds
Those girls continue to taunt me
Continue to call me names, horrible names
Pain, it is far too much too handle
What is the point of living if death's preferable?
Slicing through my wrists feels nicer than those nasty words
Bullet through my head is better than the hurt
Rope nicer against my skin than their hands
It would be simpler to swallow pills
It would be simpler to jump
No one would even care
No one would notice
Maybe I shall?
It's easier
School.
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