by Alexis Adams

Created on: November 20, 2009

Everyone was laughing at me,

The taunting never stopping.

I'm almost mechanical now,

Blank, thoughtless, emotionless.

I was dead, at least in my mind.

My steps seemed more of a march.

I hadn't even noticed I was home,

In the bathroom with my blade.

I sliced and the wave of happiness overtook me,

Like an old friend.

I suddenly felt light, my time was up,

My last thought, "Death march...How ironic."

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