School is stress Homework is anxiety Kids are bullies Making me work everyday to survive the prison sentence Forced to live 4 years in a penitentiary Cramming information down my through Having the memorize and recite Testing and quizzing on useless informational Walking through the halls is a trap Needing to blend with the crowd of hopeless Feeling like prey to the top dogs Trying to avoid them But my stems have failed Day after day then pummel me to a pulp Not wanting to repeat the cycle over and over Lost hope Nothing left for me to do but bottle up the feelings Hide the bruises and scars Lock swag in my room Listen to the depressed Cut the lines Plan the end In secret gathering supplies 1 room 1 chair 1 rope 1 me Preparing Writing a letter Saying goodbye Hiding his all in the closet Not wanting to be stopped Wanting it all to end The pain The agony The building The perfect moment approaching I am ready I am done Tying the rope Hanging it Getting the chair Placing the letter on the table Stepping up One foot Two feet on the chair Closing my eyes and taking the last breath Placing my head in the loop Opening my eyes Seeing a child in front of me A little girl A little me An angle of healing Standing in front of me Telling me not to give up Not listening shouting my eyes tight About to sort off the chair Hearing a noise A scream downstairs Ignoring it Wanting it all to be over Doing it taking the step Hanging Losing consciousness Waking up Hearing the beep of the hospital machines Monitored to be alive Given a second chance Taking that chance and throwing it away Leveling getting to my car Going home and stuffing pills down Passing out Having an out of body experience Seeing myself rushed to the hospital once again Waking up knowing nothing is working Not allowed to leave the building I walk around I see all the patients Adult Parents Grandparents The only teen Walking more Seeing a wired door that leads to another building Going through it Seeing a bunch of children That are sick that are all alone Facing hard and horrible disease Seeing them on there own So far from home Little children sitting in separate rooms After seeing this I get hope for myself Seeing a new view in life These kids are facing hardships but have smiles on their faces Having fun and living while they still can I see try and think I need to live long because they can’t I should not waist my life I must live for them Living on knowing life is still happy Even if it sucks There is still a point of living A reason A purpose To stay alive