my hair is a mess ,
so is my mind.

i can't keep up this facade ,
but i can't show this to anyone either.

black circles mob my vision
i can't chase them away.

he said to hurry back ,
but what we're watching is too gory.

i feel like i can't breathe
so i quit hiding my face.

my teachers say to talk to someone
but what person i love wants to hear this?

other teachers look at me dirty
and my stomach hurts so i can't eat.

my mind is twisting so much
it'll knot into a bow.

note to future me:
wash your face next time.

my nose is red when i'm upset ,
my entire face is red now.

libraries are nice places to die
i should go back there.

but wait , i won't die , it's not that easy
my mind is too turbulent.

this is what i think about
as i'm crying in a school bathroom.

i don't really know if anyone cares
but i want you to care.

i like it when people care.