As I walk into the school it feels dark

It’s filled with students and teachers, yet it’s so lonely and chilling.

I can feel the quiet whispers creep up my spine

The gossip never stops in this school, it lingers in your ears until it’s too loud to hear your own thoughts

The silence is disrupted with an ear-piercing bell

Students carelessly scramble to the gym for an assembly, so fast that it feels like they’re walking right through me

The room is unsettling. Like people are just expecting bad news.

Afterall, they wouldn’t make an assembly for good news right?

As the principal starts talking the students sink deeper and deeper into their seats 

Like their hearts had been ripped in half. 

Like someone had slowly twisted a knife into their stomachs.

How could someone they ‘loved so much’ take their own life? 

She was their ‘best friend’ and the ‘reason they smiled.’

But wasn’t that the same girl who asked to sit with you at lunch and you laughed in her face wondering if that was even a real question?

Wasn’t that the girl who you saw crying everyday but chose to ignore because she just ‘wanted attention’? 

Wasn’t that the girl who told you deep secrets about her family and you went spreading it faster than the blood dripping from her lips.

As they state her name it crawls up my neck, ringing in my ears.

It feels like a bad dream. 

A room filled with hundreds of people who made her think she was invisible

And not a single soul who ever once asked how she was doing

Maybe now they’ll understand why my face is being plastered on a projector

Maybe they’ll understand what they did to me

How they ripped me to pieces until I was just bone

Standing there vulnerable and empty, as they hold my heart and throw it onto the ground, as though it means nothing

Maybe, just maybe, they’ll finally understand why I decided to take my own life last night

But it doesn’t really matter, because tomorrow I’ll just be

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