Coming Back Next Year Poem by jess jayne

No longer do you ask,
How i am feeling today,
Instead you walk past,
Thinking everything is ok.

When really, you
Are beleving the lie.
That you used to see,
Straight through, and
See what was inside.

It's funny now,
You walk straight past,
Don't look, or listen
To see how i'm copping.

It's like you couldn't wait,
For me to leave this school,
So you could forget, and
So i didn't die infront of you!

You've all gone back,
And started to believe the lie,
But,
I'm starting to break down,
Just like i did before.

No longer do you see,
That i'm still dying inside,
I'm still living a lie.

For every night,
I will sleep in tears,
That wont be shown,
Infornt of them.*

They will start to worry,
Like they did before,
When they didn't trust me,
At all.

You always walk past,
Without saying a word,
Forgetting that i'm
Coming back here next year.

And even though you,
Won't be my head of year,
You will still teach me,
Through out the,
Last two years of school.

I wonder if you will,
Ever again notice,
I'm the same,
But then again,

Probably not, as
Nobody really cares.



written on 9th june 2010.


* = them is my parents.

This is written about a teacher in my school, as every time i've gone in for an exam since i finished he doesn't even ask if i'm ok. which i find very odd as he was one of the people that new most the stuff about me wanting to commit suicde. he helped me loads then left me out to dry.
So this is to you.
Thanks for not caring