Self Harm

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I'm killing myself,

I know.

Each time the knife hits my skin.

The teachers don't care,

The students just stare. 

The nurse just told me to pray.

They send me away, 

To not deal with my shit, 

When I come back they suspend me.

I'm no danger to others, 

Unlike what they claim,

Just a danger to me.

Don't treat us like dirt.

Just cause we're sick.

 

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