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placed here. where I don't belong placed here by a system, relentless in it's task categorizing people destroying all they are

You're sitting there, lonely. Next to you somebody laughs. You don't know why. You join in. You're sitting there, lonely. You here your name, don't know who called. You're sitting there, lonely. Drowning in self-pity and hubris. You just don't care You hear your name again. Annoyed you snap out of your Pathos. "What", you bark.    These Voices, they don't belong to humans beings,    They don't seem to belong to anything at all.    At least nothing important. You just don't care. "Go to the board please", annoyed, you go to the front. Slowly and painstakingly exact, you write the task to the board. You're supposed to lead a panel dicussio

I've been running my whole life. I think it was when I was six, when I first ran away. My grandpa had just died and we were staying at his old house for the burial. I was so scared of the emptiness of it. So scared, that I refused to leave the car. Mum started crying, but all that dad did was laugh. He came into the car an told me I'd had my fun and should come inside. When I refused, he carried me inside. Inside, I was confused for a few seconds, then I ran. Dad must have been confounded, he didn't even follow me. Still, I didn't get far. The neighbours saw a small child, running through the rain, no coat, crying and brought me back. After

They say I should be glad, that I don't know the pain. They say I should be glad, that I don't know the shame. Those that know, those that don't, both get it wrong on this account. I take the poison, draw it out. Try to help, help those with no way out I take the poison, from beneath the skin, I feel your pain now, the pain from deep within.

Five more doctors, five more pills. Trying to take a part of me away. I feel so beaten, So very alone, trying to keep my mind my own. Five more doctors, five more pills. I want this part of me to stay. I'm so afraid.

The sun sets. Darkness rises. Noises behind me. A cliff in front of me I jump, I jump, jump, jump I fall, I fall, fall, fall crashing into the ground below. Shadowy figures, circling me. Why won't you just go away?

To whom it might concern.   So this is where I should be writing who caused me to kill myself, whose fault this whole thing is and that everybody hated me. But quite frankly, I don't want to.    The only one who is at fault here is me. No-one ever stopped me, no-one stood in my way, but still I failed at everything.   Yes, I know you don't necessarily think so, you always downplayed my real problems and emphasised minor Inconveniences. But then, so did I.        All I ever wanted to do was help. But I never managed. Every time I tried, I only made things worse. And still am right now, while you read this, just by being dead. But don't w

Walking around, aimlessly, at the christmas fair. The tinsel, candles, fairy lights, distracting from my goal. The smell of chocolate, gingerbread, wine, obfuscating my head. The bells, carols, laughs, an irritating background noise. Walking around, aimlessly, at the christmas fair. The tinsel, candles, fairy lights, outshining burning homes. The smell of chocolate, gingerbread, wine, overpowering the stench of vomit The bells, carols, laughs, drowning silent screams.

Insane orders followed Irrationally by those who live Insufficiently, fearing Insubordinations results. In the end Immolation will not Intimidate enough

My classroom. Grey walls, closing in on me. Doesn't want me here. My coffee. Coffein, Keeping me awake. Doesn't let me go. My notepad. Homework, fleeting from the page. Doesn't let me read. My Pencil case. Fountain pen, scribbling away. Doesn't let me block it all out.