Cutting Myself

I live in this town
I am all a lone
I’m always depressed
Don’t talk to anyone.

I always get looked at
Always get called names
The day is almost over
I am still at school

I look at everyone
And see them being happy

I get home and
I get treaded
Bad. I don’t get
And freedom

So I go to my room
I find the razor that
I hid. I sit on my
Bed
I start to cut.
I watch the blood
Drip on a piece of paper

I get done I clean
Up my mess I put the
Razor back. And then
I go to sleep.