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Done

Sitting on the porch steps
How much do you want to bet
She's watching each raindrop
Wishing time could stop
Wishing it was yesterday
When she could hear the music play
Her daddy on the guitar
Mama singing like a star
Yet she watched the car drive away
Withing it was yesterday
Sitting on the porch steps
How much do you want to bet
She's watching each raindrop
Wishing time could stop

I wrote this in eighth grade for English class, presented it to the class, and no one noticed the tears roll down my face. I wrote another about my suicide attempts in seventh grade, presented it to the class, no one saw me shaking. I wrote a story about my dreams in sixth grade, gave it to the teacher, they didn't see the death in my eyes that they saw in my story. I have continued writing about these things all through ninth and tenth grade, and still no one notices anything.

I'm done. The one who consoled and loved and preached about suicide not being the answer... is broken.
AzayeaGey AzayeaGey 13-15, F Sep 20, 2012

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