I walk through these filthy halls

I take note of it all

I notice the tans

The fads

And even those

Expensive bags

I hear the horrible names being called

I notice the lies

I feel the heavy atmosphere

Full of rumors

And hidden lives

 

I sit in the corner

The last desk of the row

Like a black and white

Picture slowly fading away

They point

They stare

Their laughter filled

The air,

No sleeves to hide

What I’ve done

Only a painted veil.

 

I remember that night

The night they all remember.

If only they were there.

If only they experienced my pain

If only they knew

What this game could

Do to you.

 

I sit in the corner

A pen, paper, and the present

On my mind.

Your crocodile tears fall from

Your lies.

A knife in my back

Is the gift you gave.

 

I remember that night

As clear as my tear

The night when you

Told me I should

Just end it all.

 

Each day I look back

Thinking “What could I

Have done?”

A friend who used

To be the best

Is now lost in the lies

She told the rest.

 

In the halls everyday

I see you with your

New friends.

On the outside I’m

As free as a bird

Flying high above

The ground.

On the inside I am

A corpse rotting

Away with each day

 

There’s plenty more

Fish in the see

The only way to

Communicate is

To drop the line.

 

What makes me

Breaks me.

But what breaks me

Makes me

Who I am today.

So I give thanks

To you, for making

Me a better Me.