Thursday, April 9, 2009, 9:50 PM
sometimes, it is the same things that bruise your heart.
and as the blood drips down,

I think of everything Ive gone through.

sometimes, it hurts just to see something small that hurt you.
for example, a constant stare when you say Hi. or a constant long mum when you say something.
it really makes me cry. and make one line.

slowly, one line by one line.
and sit behind the classroom, knowing that there's no one beside me to stop me
because obviously, there'll be no one who will care.

then I will slowly slip out.
and no one's saving me.