I am worth more.

Through the chuckles and the laughs

They taunt and they joke

What they think is harmless fun

It could hurt someone

When it's time to go to class

What makes me want to?

maybe if i disappear

Will they miss me then?

If they don't see me again

Then will this all end?

The knife is against my wrist

Will they all notice?

As the blood starts to pour out

All I think about

My future plans made

It is a new day

I stop the profuse bleeding

I start believing

I look to the bright blue sky

With my head held high

Every day goes by better

Than the one before

They are just wasting their breath

And I Am worth more


This poem is about: 
Our world


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