I wrote this in school. (True.)

I wish pencil can make me bleed. Bleed out the negative shit that people say. You know! The shit that gets stuck in your head! I feel like everyone’sagainst me. Scratch that. I know it. But I can’t make myself bleed at school. That’s because I don’t have the things to do it. But I can try. Go harder and harder . Deeper and deeper. I WILL strike blood. And hopefully  stop the pain inside. I don’t want people to know. Keep it a secret. The pain a secret. My tears a secret. The pencil that I’m suppost do math with a secret. And the blood under my sweater a secret. Keep it all in. Don’t tell anyone. now stop. Someone’s wondering where you are . (The person right next to you. Guess she didn’t notice you where there) . quick. Pretend your fine and fake a smile. just don’t wave hi.