I remember a day 
where I used to play 
Running out of breath 
With my friends. 
What happened to that day? 
Did I change? 
Or did they? 

Now I sit 
Out cast by those 
I once called "friend" 
for what?  
They became priority. 

This isn't right, 
We eat each other alive  
with our words 
our actions.  
We destroy one another 
On a daily basis 
Create hell in the form of school 
Turn education into torture.  
I am afraid 
of what we will become. 

Ugly creatures filled with spite 
Twisted shadows of depression. 
We kill each other 
Our words daggers  
Thrust into our hearts 
our minds. 

We cannot survive.



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