Bruised and Broken

Bruised and broken

is how I feel,

sitting here with this suicidal token

waiting to put it in its slot.

I feel heartbroken

and think one last thought.

Will they care if I'm gone

or will I be another story

waiting to be withdrawn

from the student body's history?

I understand now

that I have no purpose.

And that my life

isn't worth this.

My body takes its toll

from this knife

that's dripping blood.

And I feel trapped

in the darkness

of my death.

I now awaken

in this cubic trap,

hoping I'm mistaken

about where I am.

Bruised and broken

is how I feel,

in this glass prison

And I realize

that I've made a mistake.

What have I done to myself?