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Everyday


Everyday I walk down these halls terrified I can feel the stares and read their lips Calling me anything they can think of Just to hurt me My mind fools me Making me think I'm strong enough to take it But my heart is weak yet I try to fake it I approach my locker And I feel the pain As cold, hard hands grasp my head The metal contacts with my skin And blood trickles down Everyday I think why do they hate me? Is it because I dated the wrong guy At the wrong time? Am I to blame for my parents Not caring? Or do you mean to call me A slut, ugly, stupid, a whore? Everyday I wonder if I really belong Who would care if I was gone I hide my scars, my pain, my face My head low when I leave I race home and find just what I need I take the gun and shoot For the first I feel free And happy As I walk away from my lifeless body I have no more worries, or regrets No more pain to deal with Everyday
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