Go away

I walk down the halls of my school
being quite as I walk by I guess
has become a new rule
The all stare at me
that much I see
there eyes traveling to my sleeves
and the marks that set me free

some ask me questions
others watch and listen
waiting for an answer
I never do
It's suffocating
It's numbing

So what..
I always think
stretching my back to get rid of a kink
Life for me
is different then theirs
They have ones to live
they have hope to give
I have nothing to live for
and only blood to give for my pain
There stares still linger on me
as the bell rings
students turn in there seats
and they glance back
me wishing again for them to give up the act

Last week I tried to end it
By "it" I mean me
I pushed that blade a bit deeper you see
and was stopped by the very people
in charge of me

No one acts the same
From being invisible
I'm suddenly in color
there still staring
why can't they just go away i wonder

I hate the stares
I hate the sympathy
they didn't understand
I don't think they can

Go away I think the people coming toward me
"friends" they call themselves
they watch me closely staring at my arms
I turn away
Like I do almost everyday
Nobodies the same

My mom cries
every time I enter a room
My dad tries
to say something right before I leave
my siblings turn away
every god damn moment I turn and look at them
every hour of everyday

as the class bell rings again to leave
I realize
I haven't learned a thing
except
I want them all
to just go away

Blood Angels comment: Hey guys. Again I probably put this in the wrong category...again...
Not much time spent on it...
Anyway read/ comment/ rate if you deem it worthy.