School

Walking through these doors
I get the same reaction
no matter what I do
you get no satisfaction

The way I look, the way I dress
doesnt matter anymore
because you begin to judge me
the moment I walk through that door

Its not me you see now
you see the cuts on my arm
it doesnt matter how I look
all you see is my self harm

Theres no tears of sadness
only judgemental glares
no voices of regret
only your evil stares

"you do it for attention"
is the line I always hear
"you dont deserve my sympathy"
is what you say with a sneer

"why dont you kill yourself
no one wants you around"
and tears fill my eyes
as my blood hits the ground

everday the same routine
screaming, yelling, bleeding
trying to get home alive
but nothings ever changing

and as far as everyone knows
I can handle it all
I'm strong enough to take it
they dont believe I'll fall

but when that time comes
when you find me bloody on the floor
just do what you do best
turn and shut my door.