*Jason's Point of View*
When Ryan ran into me I knew that something was wrong. Before I could say or do anything he picked up one of the two black notebooks and walked off. Sighing I picked up the other one and walked to my history class.
Opening the notebook I saw that it wasn't mine. I was going to close it when the words started to jump out at me. I didn't what to start to read it, but I knew that it was Ryan's notebook. Biting my lip I started to read.
Razorblade Teardrops was the title. I didn't want to read the rest of the poem if it was anything like the title. Looking around I made sure no one was looking before I started to read.
Draw across the skin
Hiding what has been
Silver reflecting in the light
Clinging to my skin tight
Blood surfacing to the air
Running what I left bare
Coming with my life
Streaming down my knife
Soul slowly stops to be
Lights dimming to me
Tears flowing down my face
Head no longer in this place
Fall faster than I thought
Blood coming a lot
Breathe for the last time
Covering up this rhyme
I gasped quietly when I read the words. Tears brimmed my eyes, though I didn't let them to fall. I couldn't believe that Ryan would write something like this. Looking at the date I saw that he wrote it about two weeks ago.
Flipping to the newest page I saw that he had written a poem that made my heart catch in my breath before I had to raise my hand and go to the bathroom. As I was walking I made sure that I had the notebook hidden in my pocket.
When I was in the bathroom I made sure that the door was locked before I let the tears start to fall. I never would have thought that Ryan would write things like this, but I knew his hand writing and he would never say a work was his if it wasn't.
Sighing I wiped my tears and flipped to the last page. I didn't want to read it, but I thought that if I knew what he was thinking that I would have a better sense to help him get past this.
The night falls to deaf ears
As the moon light reflects my tears
The times that made me wait in hope
Allow me to die without a way to cope
Breathing in one last fatal breath
For now I open myself to death
I can't help what I have always known
Because time now has shown
That no matter how much I love thee
This was the only way to be
Reading this made me realize that he was in love with someone, but the person didn't feel the same way. I wanted nothing more then to hug him and make him not have to feel this way.
Putting the notebook back in my jacket I looked in the mirror and saw that it looked as if I had cried. Shaking my head I turned on the water and washed my face. When I was done I was pleased to see that it no longer looked like I had cried.
Walking out of the bathroom I went to class and waited for the bell to ring. In my mind I started to think of a plan to get Ryan to talk to me even if it was just to yell at me for being stupid.
