Shallowness

I just left class saying I had to go to the bathroom. I’m in there now. I had to leave because just looking at everything around me- pipes, rough walls, windows- I can’t shake the feeling of pounding my head, scraping my skin, or falling through the glass with by blood punctured skin. Right now I’m punching myself. I have scrapes all over my arm. For some reason I want people to see, so they know that there is something deeper in me beyond the shallowness of high school. I just feel like such an outsider. All my issues would just be so easy to […]