21 Mar, 2014 04:12 PM
I grasp the rope and tie a noose.
I fill my palms up with my sorrow, with death in mind.
These that overflow my mind.
With death in mind and pain to hide; I just can't take it anymore.
A note I'm thinking with these thoughts in mind.
Should I tell them I just want to die,
or should I just go and hide the pain; they wouldn't care either way.
I take the paper and a pen, and soon the page is filled within.
Dear whoever cares,
It's me your classmate, that sits behind you in science,
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