Silent And Ready

I play the Boy in this one I dont want to name the kids

Silent sits the boy to the back of the class
Dwelling on his dreaded past
They laugh and snicker, he slowly dies
He runs straight home, lays down and cries
His mother does nothing to comfort his sorrow
He falls asleep praying to be dead tomorrow
He walks in the class, Planning on there doom
And hears their laughter from across the room
He slowing walks to the paper cutter
Listening to the words they utter
He rips the blade from the device
And through the their fleshy necks he sliced
He stabs and cuts them to see if they laugh
Then he leaves behind the classroom bloodbath