Breaks Me Poem by Montana Brown

I walk through these halls, I take not of it all.
I notice the fakes, the fads.
I hear the names being called. I notice the lies.
I feel the heavy atmosphere full of rumors and hidden lives.
I sit in a corner the last desk in the row.
Like a black and white picture fading away.
They point, they stare, their laughter fills the air.
No sleeves to hide what I've done, only a painted veil.
I remember the night, the night they all laugh about.
If only they were there, if only they knew, what this game could do to you.
The screams were loud, my door was locked, the bruises were bold.
The steel was cold, my skin was warm.
The room was dark, my tears were not shown.
I fell to my knees, i looked at the sky, at least i tried to cry.
The Crimson river was like a rush, and then I saw the ocean that flowed.
I cut too deep, but I didn't care, anything to not be here.
I felt the air, I fell to the ground, and then I couldn't hear a sound.
I next woke up in a hospital bed, my mother was crying, my father beside me.
They told me they loved me, the kissed me they hugged me.
They showed me they loved me, they actually care.