as they laugh,
i try not to cry.
they shun me.
my scars of red cannot hide;
my anarchy signs show over my high tops.
i want to die.
my pain is overwhelming.
i try to run away;
my legs stick to the ground.
why can't i die?
what is wrong with me?
everyone is terror-able!
i'm hurting on the inside.
i scream in my head.
suicide, i think, the only way to escape.
my soul is a neverending waterfall of hurt.
IT'S OVER!!!