My Lunch Period Poem by Cheyenne Ashley

Divided in the lunch room
Are the people that are here
Some sit far away
Some sit very near
The table in the corner
Holds the silence of the room
As all the gothis kids dont talk
And just eat in piercing doom
The table in the middle
Holds the popular crowd
The ones in which who's group
I'm surely not allowed
Then there are the rednecks
The skaters and the geeks
The ones who feel their lives
Are horrible for a week
Then there is me
Sitting at the end
All by my lonesome self
Hopeing for a friend
Wishing just one person
Would come and save my soul
From all this pain
Inside this deep dark hole
Reach in and pull me out
Tell me it's ok
So I dont have to cry
And cut my wrists today