You see me everyday at school. You look me in the eyes everyday. We're not friends but we're in the same crowd. Really I don't have any friends. You know it. I'm intimidating, but you don't know me. You look at me, you know somethings wrong. But do you really wanna know? Or does it even cross your mind? What if I stopped
showing up to school? Would you notice anything then? What about after a week? Would people start asking for me? Would I only be mentioned in class while the teacher read the roll? Would any of you call me and find out whats wrong? Would anybody dare to call my house? When you find out I'm missing would you worry? Would you look for me when your driving down the road? If you saw me the next day barely able to walk with cuts all over, would you even try to help? Or would you assume it was just a fight? It isn't going to be a fight. Its not gonna be an overdose. Just hours after you saw me I'm on the 11 o clock news. Multiple stabs to my upper and lower body. I collapsed a few houses away from your door, a bloody trail following me till the end. My family scattered. Mother broke down at the house still holding the knife. Dad couldn't stand it, drank himself to death. Brothers got up and moved away not able to stay around t his town. And still no one came, no funeral, no memorial, just an empty little tombstone on an empty little hill. I wonder if you shall visit or if the flowers shall wilt away just as my name...
What happens now? Friends... family... What happens now?
