Sitting in the classroom
just waiting for the bell
I need to get away from this life that i call hell
I hope no one will notice that ill be gone and left for good
Then the good-bye's wont be so hard
like i always knew they would
People always judged me, they
called me hurtful names
No more can i take these cruel and unfortunate games
I know that there are others, others who feel like me
I hope this poem helps,
Helps to set you free.
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