Behind me. Is a trail of sadness.
If front of me. Is people parting for my gloomto fit through.

They follow me everywhere
They know where I am
They laugh and snicker at what
They've done to me.
They're only my inner dark thoughts.

At home,
I am dumb.
I can't do anything

At school,
I'm not popular
I'm not good at the things
everyone can do

I've thought of
creating an end to this
who knows how much
How bad would it really be
to pull the string
and say goodbye.

Who would care in the first place?
Who would even notice?

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