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waiting to be withdrawn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?
