The Incident

Seven thirty A.M.

The alarm goes off,

and I lay in bed,

staring at the sky I wish was there.

Eight A.M.

I drag myself out of bed,

and I look in the mirror,

I don't like what I see.

Eight twenty A.M.

I am already late,

so it's a good reason to skip breakfast,

Not that anyone would notice.

Eight forty five A.M.

I arrive in to my daily chore,

School, a safe place to learn,

Like hell it is.

Ten fifteen A.M.

I feel hungry,

so I eat a granola bar,

and tell myself that I am not hungry.

Eleven Thirty three A.M.

I go to the bathroom,

Girls talk about someone ugly,

and I hope it's not me.

Noon,

I get coffee and drink nothing else,

and my so called friends ask,

'how do you stay so skinny?'

One Fourty seven P.M.

I leave school early because I can't take it anymore,

and they all drive me crazy,
as if I wasn't already.

Two fifty eight P.M.

I am home doing the school work I hate,

and I get nothing done,

because I'm going to die anyway.

Three eleven P.M

Mom yells at me,
because my grades are s**t,

not that I give one.

Four thirty four P.M.

My sister calls me a b***h because I'm so angry,

but I can't really blame her,

though she taught me to be this way.

Five fifty one P.M.

They ask me what I want for dinner,

and I say,

'not hungry'.

Six Thirty P.M.

They call me out,

Because it is time to eat,

I sit picking the food on my plate.

Seven ten P.M.

He comes to get me,

and he says I look nice,

and I try to believe him.

Eight Twenty P.M.

We are at a party and we play truth or dare,

and I say dare,

because I woudn't dare tell the truth.

Eight twenty seven P.M.

They dare me to kiss him,

so that is what we do,

Not that I care to either way.

Ten fourteen P.M.

He takes me to his house,

and he says he likes me,

but he doesn't know me.

Eleven thirty P.M.

I am home,

and I am listening to songs get rid of the thoughts,

and I open the medicine cabinet.

Twelve eleven A.M.

I swallow them all,

and my mom comes in,

and I think I am gone.

Twelve forty seven A.M.

I wake up and the ceiling goes by fast,

and the doctor laughs,

'Did you really think that'd work?',

One twenty A.M.

I am crying,

because I am still alive,

and I wanted to die.

Three Thirty A.M.

They tell me I am selfish,

and that I'm stupid,

my life is not that bad.

Five A.M.

I am alone,

wishing i was dead,

Staring at what I wish was the sky.