There is a guy in the front of my class who looks at no one and is seen by no one

He’s smart and hes kind pretty and weird but when someone’s down he tried to fix what was wrong

How could someone so different learn to hate themselves deep down inside

Drawing pictures of blood on his arms and pulling bits of hair off his body as if his mind is slowly going

There is a guy in the back of my class who yesterday took the breath that was his last but he wrote down a note and left a post that he was glad he found one friend that at least cared for him which was me.

Inspired By The Song “Dark Enough” By Amanda Lopiccolo

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