The Things You Can't Tell a Teacher

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You need help

You beg and plead

Your eyes are wide

Your wrists bleed

 

Who can help you?

You're lost and hopeless

Your parents won't listen

You feel almost boneless

 

You go to school

Cover up with sleeves

Your teachers don't question

They simply believe

 

They believe what you want

As you hide yourself away

As you suffer alone

In the light of day

 

The things you can't tell a teacher

But really you can

Although you don't think so

They truly understand

 

They were young once

Childlike, inexperienced, alone,

They went through things just like you

But if only then they had known

 

They had teachers too,

And teachers before them, and

They could have helped

They could have lent a hand

 

They made it through

And you can too

The things you can tell a teacher

May just save you.

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